and tapering red tip darted out like a Vermillion snakelet.
With widely opened eyes she stared in front of her and apparently saw nothing.
The poodle put his front paws round her waist, clasped her tightly, and began to-ing and fro-ing, trying, as it seemed, to bend her down, or to uplift itself high enough to get his prickle into her slit. She tried to shriek, but her voice could hardly be heard, she stretched forth her hands to defend herself, then she finally pushed the loathsome dog away from her.
What had made the poodle come into her room that evening and make such an attempt of buggery upon her. Was there any bestial affinity between them?
For a moment the dog withdrew discomfited. She then, palping her body, seemed to feel herself naked; she stooped down, found her chemise at her feet and slipped it on. The dog stealthily came back, it thrust its woolly head under her shift, and lifting his muzzle between her thighs, he began to lick her coynte lustily and with all the breadth of his
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