Down the Street

With little other choice, Wanda sprinted out of the backyard the dog hot on her tail. Her heels made it hard to run so she was **** to abandon them as she exited the backyard. She emerged onto a street she didn't know and paused at the edge of the lawn.

Am I really about to run down the street like this.

BARK BARK BARK!

In her hesitance, The Rottweiler had caught up to Wanda and, before she could react, grabbed onto the doormat, trying the yank it off her.

"No!" Wanda yells as she fought back. She refused to relinquish her only modest to this mutt. The two engaged in an odd kind of tug-o-war trying for possession of the mat. Wanda shook wildly trying to **** the dog to let go. In the process losing her top hat. In the end, it didn't work. The dog was nearing victory, managing to unwrap part of the mat and expose Wanda's bare back and butt to the still empty street.

"Oh no you don't Buster," yelled the angry young housewife. In this **** hour, Wanda kicked the dog and **** it to relinquish it's grip on the mat. In one smooth motion Wanda recovered her modesty and wrapped the mat around her body once more. With no more time to think, Wanda started sprinting down the sidewalk.