The old witch had no choice but to hang on to her pumpkin helplessly, as the room spun with dizzying speed.The music was a lively tune, and the creatu...res around them jostled them about, uncaring of the tiny old witch.The music stopped abruptly and for a second all went still and silent. Then a slow romantic song came on and the pumpkin pulled her close and leaned heavily on her.The lights had also lowered to help set the mood, and the pumpkin suddenly turned into an octopus, with hands. ” The next few days were uneventful except that Rita occasionally would have thoughts about the big cock on her dog. She remembered the taste of his cum on her finger. She had always been sexually adventurous. She enjoyed sex with women as well as men and had experimented with B&D and S&M. For all she had done and all the fantasies that she had dreamed, sex with a dog had never occurred to her. Now it seemed that the door had been opened. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was terribly. Passion, sensuality, eroticism, murderous intent, hunger, cowardice, and the strengths and flaws of all men, battle inside me. Moreover, like all men, I must act upon these passions. I need to consume. I need to destroy. Nevertheless, most of all, like all men … I need to fuck.Possessing neither hoof nor snout, I touch my face with my hand. Hairless and rubbery, the features seem strange. I scan my location. Where? When? I stand in a room different from the ornate palaces of Alexandria. I stand. Just like you." Dawn said sheepishly as a blush rose on her cheeks. 'So close now, I can almost taste it' Amanda thought to herself as she moved around the bed and sat beside the still restrained Dawn. "Should Mommy untie you now, my Angel?" Amanda asked looking deep into her baby girl's eyes, noting for the first time just how bright and clear they were, like two Sri Lankan sapphires. "If you want to, Mommy." Dawn said softly Such deference touched even Amanda's heart, for she knew that the.