Otherwise I wouldna got caught, right? My wildness rules me. My lust for the kill. My complete lack of conscience. I don't think logically when I'm th...e beast, which is most of the time. My actions are controlled by animal passions, not logic" You seem pretty controlled to me," the cute little reporter told him.With a growl, Randy jumped at her and staggered back, stunned when his head hit the metal bars separating him from the reporters. When he recovered, he charged again, and succeeded only. He fucked her uncontrollable lifting her with every thrust.The other officers began getting ready because they knew what was about to happen.Then with a loud scream from the captain as she was now in the air impailled on his dick because he was loading her ass with his hot cum.As he pulled out he laughed because he saw the line of six other horny guys whowere going to use her all standing there poised dick in hand about to help purify that pussy.As he walked away he slapped her ass and said. Most women however would be horrified and sickened when told of being stripped naked and punished by what amounted to an almost total stranger and would leave the office as fast as their legs could carry them.There were though, women whose thoughts were easier to recognise.It was in the eyes, in the shallow breathing and the way they nervously crossed and uncrossed their legs, just as Caroline Dixon was doing right then, as she had done during her first visit to Sean’s Office.And just as they. Iwas able to rest my chin, with my arms bound behind me, on the edge ofthe bowl. The warm, brown, gelatinous mass which greeted me made merealize how big a Sissy I had become in just less than one day.Mistress demands that I eat all and lick the bowl.It is hard to balance on my knees and lower my mouth to the bowl full ofmy dog food. Gradually I gain enough balance that I can lower my mouthright to the level of the substance I am to intake.My lips are so beautiful. That will change now.My mouth.