Being intelligent isn't easy is it?" No it's not," I said. "Sometimes it would be nice to not be able to remember. Then of course I would never be abl...e to fly, or cook, or LOVE Cynthia. I am very happy to have known you and Squeaker. You both add so much to my life." I have an idea. When humans have problems with memories we get help from a counselor. You and I know a very good counselor. She is Carol Maytag, Cynthia's mother. She might see you. Let's invite her to dinner. You could meet after. Again, I never expected to see her, but one afternoon as I made my way around the lake, and I looked ahead, there she was.I couldn’t believe it, thinking “Could it really be?”She was walking her German Shepard, Major and as I continued to look that way, I tried to be as nonchalant as possible. I didn’t want to bring any attention to the fact that I saw her, but it was obvious she had seen me too. As we walked toward each other on the path, I couldn’t help but nervously smile and then as our. Her eyes rolled as a massive orgasm hit her. her whole body shuddered, convulsing with waves of orgasmic pleasures. All her muscles contracted and then released, draining her of energy, and of resistance. All three guys cheered as she was shaking violently in the throws of orgasm. They had tamed her and made her theirs.The blonde guy continued to pump into her, thrusting deeper and deeper. She could feel him growing inside of her until suddenly he leaned forward, thrust deeply into her pussy. They all stared back at me with cold, nervous expressions. Nobody had signed up for this kind of shit and feeling scared was understandable. We’d never faced anything like this before and as such there were no rules or guidelines to follow.Everyone just wanted to protect their own sorry asses. And I got that. But if they thought running away was a viable option ... well holy fuck, they’re more stupid than I ever dreamed possible.“You guys really think we should just ditch the cattle and take.