Dan saw the clock on the wall over his shoulder in the mirror. Was it really that late? Bill must be nearly done unloading the crates! I told him to leave the crowbar, so he'll be waiting for me to help him with his load. Dan licked his lips lasiviously, and wagged his tail. He started to get down on his haunches and put his rough pink tongue to its natural use licking his fur. His tongue strayed to his fur bound cock and balls. The fleshy red rod sprang to attention from its hiding place in response to the attentions of Dan's long tongue. This was so hot, he thought, I cannot wait to share this with Bill.
Stealing a glance in the looking glass, Dan's talon snatched the green bottle and he sprang across the room toward the door. Boy, would Bill be surprised!