"N-no...c'mon, get...mmf," she whimpered, panting heavily with exertion. Whether it was from having too much gut, or the way her body was shifting, she just couldn't reach it...a bead of juices ran down her lips and impacted on her fingertips tantalizingly, eliciting a frustrated canine moan. She grunted and stretched, still having no luck...was it...was it moving further away?! Was it nestling into a more natural position for...for a dog, and the ways a dog would use it? She groaned, unable to imagine suffering through this torment a minute longer...her eyes scanned the room in desperation for anything thin enough and thick enough...anything that could give her a bone...