She had come home early from work one day and was going to surprise me, but when she got to my room she peaked through the door and saw me with my eye... shut jerking off. She had stood there for a while, rubbing her clit through her clothes and had to run back to her room to finish the job.Since then, I have been the focal point of all her fantasies. She had written the letter to the magazine after a very erotic dream she had about me. She told me that she could never be with another guy because. The man drew his knife and plunged into the chest of a priest. The woman took the sacrificial knife and attacked another priest. She screamed, "Two of my daughters died for nothing!" The priest she attacked was dead as she continued to stab him over and over. Another man attacked a priest as he tried to get away back to a stone building that housed the priests. The killing went on until the priests were either dead or in their stone building.I decided to take a calculated risk that would have. Then he stepped forward and planted his front paws on my legs and his face was level with mine. His tongue snaked out and gave me a slap against my own lips and his owner, Freddie pulled him off.“He wants you now, Laura. Get on the floor over the blanket. Make yourself comfortable on the cushions and keep your legs together.” Freddie instructed.With my heart hammering against my chest I said, “Oh yes. Oh yes.” I did exactly as instructed and assumed the doggie position I had been accustomed to. . that's different... It's not so easy when you have to choose between dying and suffering, is it? So you don't choose, because it isn't really important whether they live or die, just so long as you can live with yourself in the morning.I wake up, I look in the mirror, and I'm just fine. I know what I am, I know who I am, and I'll put it up against anyone in a minute because I do what makes me feel good, just like every other selfish, ignorant bastard on the planet, and I know that, and I.