The policequestioned me, but I didn't tell them anything. In fact I was a purist,and spoke out against morfed people. Now I am one of them and I feela...shamed, I just want to die. I am a female squirrel hybrid and I don'tdeserve to live anymore."Cherida started in a firm tone. "Nonsense, you deserve a life of yourown. Don't talk about wanting to die just because you changed a bit. Doyou know how many people I have seen already? Some hybrids felt likeyou, but after a while they accepted it. Why. He hired an old friend of his to gut the place and build it out to Faith’s specifications.During the build-out, Faith was home less and less frequently, spending most of her time at the new location, overseeing construction and decorating. She would leave early and head over there, work all day and often come home late. It was a five-minute walk, and at first, he would go by and visit her a couple of times a day.Of course, the chance for their sexual fun and games had dwindled as there were. It was like there was an electric current from my backside to my dick. It responded accordingly."What's this?" Sarah asked, reaching underneath my hip and encountering a bar of steel. "Well well!" She rolled me onto my back, ignoring my protest as my ass hit the thin sleeping mat. She stood, and threw off her t-shirt and bra, setting her creamy tits free, her small bright red nipples standing proud. Down went her shorts, revealing neatly trimmed ginger pubes pointing like an arrow to her. As I dragged her across the cum and sweat soaked floor to the back rooms. I chain her up on the walls and grab her pierced nipples then twisted them. I took her neck in my mouth and bit down as hard as I could breaking the skin and pulling on her neck to hear the screams. I smile and ask ?what is your name slut?? she responds through tears ?B-brooke?. Her voice made me hornier than ever. I grabbed her tits in my mouth and bit down hard on her pierced nipples. I walk out and grab another slut to.