A dog day afternoon.

Jamie jogged around the cul-de-sac to the others side where, Stephanie, the local dog walker and her pack of eight were calmly strolling down the street. The group conisisted of the Tenison's trio of terriers, the Walsh's Bloodhound Hugo, the utterly massive great dane Dianah, the beagle twins Casey and Macy, and Mr. York's dachshund he called Shortstop. Stephanie stoped and began playing with her phone as Jamie closed in on the girl and her octet of purebreds.

Steph's music blared out of her earbuds, making her completely oblivious to the world and the severe damage to her eardrum. The mongrels crowded Stephanie as her hand reached in her pocket to fish out several dog treats that she carelessly threw to the hoard of teeth and fur below. Unlucky for Jamie, one treat fell between her back and bra, catching the Great Dane's attention as well as Shortstop who scrambled to Dianah's paws.

The bigger of the two put her forelegs on Jamie's back causing her to turn her head in shock to witness the Great Dane rip off her top and bra in one swift motion. The cloth fell to the other dogs who soon chewed it to shreds and while Jamie's jaw dropped and she quickly grasped a handful of each giant orb. To the dismay of Dianah, the treat fell from the grasp of Jamie's top and down betwixt her checks and Shortstop saw his chance at the prize. The little hot dog leaped up and pulled down Jamie's shorts and panties with one bite, releasing the bone shaped treasure from her ass. "NOOOOOOOO!", she screamed as Shortstop gobbled up the treat and Jamie moved her leg to cover her virgin honey pot.

Stephanie put her phone away, tugged on the eight leashes, and dragged her mutt brigade away from their pile of treat crumbs and Jamie's tattered rags. Jamie stood there like a flamingo, running shoes on her feet, one leg wrapped about the other, her thigh over her snatch, her ass facing the Henerson's garage, her hands filled with her round bust, and an expression of fear smeared all over her face.