I was a receptacle for spunk. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had fin...ished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever was in the liquid that I drank.My memory of the. When you flew from one point to another point carrying whatever cargo, we called it a sortie. On a normal day, we would fly from twenty to forty sorties depending on the distance. I remained a crew chief for about two months and I loved flying and working on helicopters.Promoted to Flight-Engineer!The CO offered to move me up in the Flight Engineer spot on another chopper so I took it. It did not take me long to realize the load that would be on my shoulders. Now I was responsible for the. Jessie chose a double strand of pearls and pearl earrings for jewelry. Again she wore the stiletto heels and slipped on a simple unobtrusive gold bracelet. This time she managed her hair more carefully. Jessie congratulated herself on the final product. She looked tastefully seductive and sophisticated. The group had gathered in the lounge area where she chose a very expensive French Chardonnay. The conversation was cordial. Several men complimented her on her looks and all of them said they. An'nala. It's been a while. I wonder if you still remember me, or if you'll recognize me after all the ... changes I've been through."Hey, that cobalt-haired chick's pretty hot, Cap'n." remarked one of the crew. "Is that Senator An'nala?" She's mine, Johnson." the captain said harshly, his bionic right hand grabbing a hold of the communicator pinned to Johnson's shirt, crushing the duraplas and silicon instrument like an insect."Y-yessir!" Johnson squeaked."You know the rules, man." another.