The dog was looking up at her now, eyeing her naked body and licking his chops. She knew he’d go for toilet bowl next if she didn’t hurry to set d...own a pan of water for him, so she did. Toilet breath wouldn’t stop her from kissing a dog, but it did put a little edge on the yuck factor. Sex with dogs was always a matter of balancing the yuck factor with the fuck factor.When he was done lapping out the bowl, he looked hard at her again, drool and water trailing from his jowls, copulation in his. Your father went down, and Alan kept hitting him with the bat. I had to wrestle it from him. Once I did, he passed out again. ‘Angela had called the police. I called the ambulance. I then checked on you. Your neck looked so bruised! Angela then came in, and started to cry. I told her to look after Alan, and I made sure you were still alive. When the police came, they had put me in cuffs! They thought I did it, but your boyfriend woke up again and set it straight. Man, I tell you, I was pissed!. “Accordingly, my old job is a bit unnecessary now, as is yours, since you’re technically, legally dead now. You’re unemployed now, except in my service. Which is just as well. You owe me a great debt for getting you out of Hell, even if I sent you there in the first place, as was my right. And your role and duty is to serve me by being my plaything ... and by servicing my ladies. Hell, I might well also have you serve my boys. Yeah, you’ll have to be their bum boy, their pussy boi, if you will,. If I had any problems I should see my G.P.Well after a week I found that I was having trouble trying to taking out my stitches due to the fact I was left- handed and finding it difficult to manipulate the tweezers and scissors. To cap it all I was having a serious case of blue-balls as I'd been unable to masturbate while the stitches were inside, every time I tried they'd give me agony no matter how gentle I'd try to be.It was the school holidays and in the afternoon I came downstairs to watch.