Anthony with Candy - Delivery<br/><br/>It had proven a rather simple matter.  He'd arrived at the club, a little before the appointed time, to give himself a chance to enjoy a drink, and a stroll around the garden, observing the various dogs, and bitches, and engage in a little abuse of his own.  One of the club bitches, for the moment out of the bits and pieces of clothing and equipment that prevented her from walking, was serving drinks in the garden, a beauty of a black bitch, ebony skin shining in the early afternoon sun.  He'd called her over, and ordered her to her knees, and while he enjoyed his drink, he forced the bitch to suck him off, head bobbing back and forth, wet schlup-schlup sounds of her mouth engulfing, and sliding over his thick cock, so pale in comparison to her rich dark complexion, the only sound his ears were attuned too.  She finished him off easily, suddenly stilling her movements as his cock jerked, and pulsed in her mouth, spilling his thick white sticky cum across the bitch's tongue.  He'd pulled her back to her feet, after she'd tucked his cock back inside his pants, and zipped him up, and gave a hard, open hand slap across her face by way of thanks, and growled at her,<strong>"Get your black ass back to work, slut."</strong><br/><br/>Smiling, one hand in his pocket, he'd completed his circuit around the garden and pool, finishing his drink and setting it on the tray of the same club bitch that doubtless still had the taste of his cock, and cum in her mouth, he gave a vicious twist to one of her pierced nipples, before slapping her shapely, muscular ass, and sending her on her way.  Their new acquisition was ready and waiting when he'd wandered into the kennels, her paperwork piled high on top of her cage, proof of inoculations, certificates attesting to this, or that, conversion records, licenses, receipts for fees and taxes paid.  It rather amazed him that so much paper was required for just one bitch.  To him, it didn't make a lot of sense.  She was converted, just a pet, a thing in the eyes of the law, with no more rights than a toaster, or motorcycle.<br/><br/>Kneeling, he'd snapped the door to her cage open, and studied the confused, and still frightened little bitch.  She was an absolute beauty.  He and his brother had gotten lucky again, not only was she just as stunning as Mimi, but while human, her and Mimi had been best friends.  Now they were going to be reunited.  Neither knew of this, of course, it was going to be a little surprise, for both fuck hungry little bitches.  Anthony snapped his fingers, and called Candy out of her cage,<strong>"Come, girl."</strong>He doubted it had been explained to her that she'd been purchased, and was going to be taken to her new home.  Who bothered explaining things to dogs...even the ones that might, hypothetically, still possess the mental faculties to understand what was happening?  He hooked a finger under her collar, and with a tug, led the naked little bitch from her cage, heavy breasts, (larger even than Mimi's), swaying with each crawled step.  They looked tight, and full, which led him to doubt that she'd yet been milked that day, which would give he and his older brother a chance to try out their new milker, assuming Randall wasn't already using it on Mimi.<br/><br/>Candy was a lovely bitch, the soft golden glow of her skin, bright gold hair, complementing nicely the fierce blue of her intelligent eyes convinced Anthony that he and his brother had the two loveliest bitches that had ever passed through the club.  And they were going to be wonderful together.  It was hard to hide his excitement at the thought of the two former best friends, reintroduced, then forced to fuck each other for their owners amusement.  He smiled at Candy, and patting his thigh, and told her to follow him.  He led her, carrying the thick sheaf of papers that attested, proved, claimed, acknowledged, and witnessed that yes, she was in a fact a dog, female, and Anthony's property.<br/><br/>The loading dock was prepared, van backed to the open doors, and a club kennel attendant ready, and waiting for the puppy.  He positioned her next to the opened shipping crate, and tilted her face up toward his.<strong>"Sleepy time, my lovely little bitch"</strong>, he whispered to her, and with a nod to the attendant, a syringe was darted into one cheek of her very shapely ass.  He held her face in his hands, his dark eyes on her blue, as the fast acting, (but short duration), drug took affect.  Her pretty blue eyes fluttered closed, and with a sigh, her body collapsed.  In two hours she would awake, in her new home, groggy at first, and once the effects of the tranq wore off, the introductions would begin.  He'd stood back, and waved the attendant forward, and Candy was gently loaded into her crate.<br/><br/>