Sometimes I'd like to be that dog there, in between the strong legs of my master, getting recognition every so often with a nice stroke. He'd expect me to be on his side, always, I'd sniff his crotch, watch him piss in the wild, and lick his hands. At night, we'd sleep together, me against him, feeling his stomach blowing with each intake of air, his cock would be peeking out of his boxers, for me to lick it, and his balls, until such time that he'd spunk out a load all over my face.... his master's servant that I am...
