”“Is it much of a problem?” I asked.“No,” he said wiping his oily hands on a rag, “I put a slit in the skin in the fucking tit area. Ram i...n a Football bladder. Pump it up to fifty fucking pounds then let it down and shove in a falsie.”“Needs a bit of skill,” I agreed.“Bollocks it does, they are fucking pedos no one gives a fuck about pedos,” he insisted, “You want a go.”“I wouldn’t know where to start,” I admitted.“Look I fucking told you,” he explained, “It ain’t fucking rocket science.”A. She savored the touch, the feel of his hot breath on her foot, the tickling of his hair on her legs. She closed her eyes and let the moment implant itself in her mind. Torture or not she was enjoying herself. Come Monday morning when she returned to work this night would help her get through all those boring hours in front of her computer. Clicks followed by a soft sensation around her ankle snapped her out of her euphoria. Before she could even say anything he was already behind her snapping. The fur covered sheath did not hide the true size of the beast. She quickly took note of the girth and length of the semi flaccid penis, estimating its length to be a good 7” long, mostly covered in his soft fur. His hairy balls were another story. They hung down like orange sized globes, obviously full of his doggie seed.As Molly sucked harder on the spurting cock, more cum flowed from the veined tip. She had to constantly swallow the tasty fluid, not wanting any to escape her hungry. Of abrupt confusion as the unexpected occurs.Of sudden shock as the hunter perceives danger.Of realization that is terror experienced by a being for the first time.Flee or fight…flee or fight…what it must do…what must it…(Pressure)(Relentless pressure)(Pain, savage, relentless, anger ancient beyond count)Then night flows – eternity –Eyes dilated and bulging in terror experienced and perceived; in manners so alien as to defy anything else the mortal world could encompass. The final sight of his.