"Probe" was all the officer said. Sammy instantly mounted me, driving his dog dick deep in my cunt like a pro. The second patrol car blocked the view ...from the street and added more light to what was going on. I felt I finally found what I had been searching for. Sammy's paws dug into my sides, as a moan of pleasure escaped from my mouth. Sammy fucked me hard and fast as a second dog came up with the second cop. Sammy's pointy dick knew just how to spear it’s way into my soul. I never wanted him. "Rachel knocked on the door and after hearing a "Come in" ushered Helenand me into the room. There was a desk in the corner where Dr Sue had acomputer and a few medical instruments, such as a stethoscope and bloodpressure cuffs. There was a medical bed against the opposite corner."Dr Sue, I'd like you to meet David Grant and Helen Jackson. Can youcheck out David after seeing Helen? I've sent you the details." Hang on," said Sue whipping out her PDA. She faced us so we wouldn'tsee what was. If he knew I was up here with you, he'd beat the shit outa me and chain me to a wrecked car the way he does our junkyard guard dog. But I'll figure out some way to get me some of that pussy. Next time that I can sneak away and come out here with you, let's get closer."******Candy was walking through the house wearing only her bikini bottoms, ignoring the gentle swing of her breasts as she searched for something to read that she hadn't already read. She usually preferred to walk around. Her reality is not our reality. She doesn’t implicitly understand her thoughts the way you and I do.”“I don’t understand my thoughts at times.”“Yes, of course, and that’s normal. But, what’s the definition of a diagnosable illness?”“When things which might be common to all of us interfere with our ability to function in society.”“At one time or another, you’ll exhibit some of the markers for just about every mental illness. The most common one is depression, and usually it’s dealt with by.