Cindy wound up high as a kite that evening, and just bubbling with enthusiasm over her interactions with Bobo. As you will recall, we left Cindy with Bobo's face deep between her ass cheeks, cleaning the residue from inside her little pucker. Bobo, naturally, was in dog heaven. I think his tongue may have grown an inch while he was in there. And Cindy! Grinding her hips in slow ecstatic circles, and exhorting Bobo to show his love for her anus.
"That's it, Bobo. Clean it all out. That's it! Good boy! Mmmmmmm!"
She came once more, and she came hard. I thought she might start drooling. I sat back and looked at them enrapt, Cindy with her neck steeply arched back, her eyes shut, her mouth open and quivering - emitting moans of deep satisfaction.
We slept together in my bed while Bobo crawled exhausted into his closet. It had been an evening to remember, to be sure.
I woke in the early morning to a sound from the direction of the closet. I got up from the bed, and crept quietly across the room. I found the door of the closet ajar, and, as I placed my hand on the doorknob, noted a swift movement from inside. Bobo was spying. I didn't want to wake Cindy ( as if anything could!), so simply whispered through the crack in the door:
"You'll answer for this in the morning, you worm."
The next day was the start of the weekend, and Cindy and I languished under the sheets until ten. I was the first to get up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. I was profoundly disappointed in Bobo for taking liberties, especially when the women he had been spying on had been so generous with him the night before.
With the coffee brewing, and its aroma wafting through the apartment, I set up the waffle iron, stirred up some batter, and went to wake Cindy.
We ate waffles and strips of crisp bacon till we were full, then relaxed in our chairs sipping coffee.
"I just gotta say, Gretchen," Cindy said while delicately dislodging a crumb of bacon with her tongue tip. "that was some night!"
"I had a feeling you'd enjoy Bobo." I said, wondering to what extent she would want to talk about the events. Cindy is a naturally demure creature, except, apparently, when she was venting.
"Can I come over again sometime?" she asked.
"Absolutely, dear. I mean, I had a wonderful time seeing you unload on Bobo. You must feel really good, having got all that out of your system."
"It was amazing, Gretch. Really. I mean, I've never whipped someone before. It was so,so...empowering! I just want to go out and find a Bobo of my own, to be honest." she said, and I could see a spark of enthusiasm in her eyes.
"They are out there, honey. Believe me. Sometimes in the guise of strong, macho, in-command types; the way Bobby used to present himself. And those are the best. I mean, you get to tear them down, pull the curtain back on the wizard, so to speak." I said, and winked at her.
"Just keep your eyes open and your antennae up." I continued. "Believe me, they'll come to you, one way or another," I told her, sounding like an old pro. And although Bobo was my only conquest, I'd taken to sizing up men in my daily life, and could sometimes detect a needy weakling type hiding behind an assumed veneer of confidence. I could see it in their eyes - a kind of pleading.
"So." Cindy said, sounding a bit tentative. "What are you up to today?"
Well, I could tell what Cindy wanted to do!
"First, I need to deal with Bobo. I caught him misbehaving late last night."
"Oh? Misbehaving how?" Cindy said, leaning forward, her elbows on the table.
"He was looking at us while we were in bed. Being a voyeur, the dirty little weasel."
"Well,well. Hmmmm. So? What will you do?"
I'll get him out here for his breakfast. Then we'll have a little heart-to-heart. And I have an idea."
I called out to Bobo, and soon he appeared in the doorway.
"Wash the dishes, Bobo, and put everything away. Then you can eat."
Bobo crawled to the table, got up, and began to clear the dishes.
"Would you like some more coffee, Ms Cindy?" he said.
"Shut up, shit head. No one asked you to talk." I said.
Bobo swiftly went about his appointed chores, and I went to the fridge to get his food. Hmmmm. What to serve him today...
We watched as he vigorously washed the dishes in the sink, wearing his colorful apron and his striped ass showing out of it from behind. Cindy chuckled and grinned at me.
When he was done, I placed his food dish on the floor between Cindy and me, and we watched him eat.
His breakfast was always a distinct pleasure for me to put together. On this morning it was: a frozen hot dog, half a can of sliced beets, and a few pieces of pizza crust I dug out of the garbage. Not easy items to eat from a dog dish, but Bobo comported himself well. No doubt, he kept in mind the thrashings I delivered when he ate sloppily in the past. Cindy giggled as Bobo munched noisily on the pizza crusts and gnawed away at the hot dog.
"Gee. I guess he'll eat anything." she marveled, looking down at him.
"Anything I give him." I said.
"Which reminds me." I went on, "Bobo will be getting a special dessert this morning."
Bobo stopped eating for a moment, but resumed when I gave him a kick in the ribs.
"Cindy, I know it may sound a bit weird for me to ask, but have you used the toilet yet this morning?"
"Oh... you mean like..." and she leaned over to whisper to me, "you mean a number two?"
""Yep. Exactly." I said, smiling mischievously. Perhaps she knew what I have in mind.
"Well, no. No I haven't. I need to go, though. What's up?"
"Look, I know this is a gnarly kind of request, but could you put a..., what do they call it,... oh, right, a sample into a paper cup for me?"
"You mean," Cindy said, all the while looking down at Bobo, "a piece of my pooh?" she said, turning a gaze to me that sported a cruel and knowing little smile.
I went to the cabinet, got a small paper cup and a piece of plastic wrap.
While Cindy was in the bathroom, I got together, with Bobo's assistance, the ingredients for blueberry muffins. I gave Bobo instructions for buttering the muffin tins and preheating the oven.
Cindy returned with the cup covered in plastic. I looked, and inside was a turd about the size of a cherry tomato.
"Perfect!" I said, taking the cup from her.
"Now I'll go. Take over with Bobo. He can follow a recipe okay. Just monitor him."
When I returned, Bobo was on the floor kissing Cindy's feet.
"I'm sorry, Gretch. He was done, and I thought, what the heck..."
"It's okay. He shouldn't be getting any rewards, but you didn't know. Here, Bobo. Take this, and Ms Cindy's cup and mix it into the batter."
