Kind of grunting at one point.I could see her pushing back on his fingers and then she said some things I would have never guessed could ever come out...of her mouth. "Are you going to let me fuck your friend? Just like you promised? Let me do her right in front of you?" I wasn't sure I heard that because my heart was beating so fast. Did she say her? My wife has always said lesbian sex was disgusting and she wanted a man to be the only one to touch her. He said, Yes, If you prove your good. The rabbits are startled by your approach, and all I see of them are tails and paddle-like feet as they bound away in a flurry of shifting grass - until you turn, holding a small one by the ears, for me. The fire in your eyes as you hold it in front of me - your chest heaving with your breathing - is disarming, and I reach for the rabbit, following my instinct to protect it from whatever plans you have in mind. To my surprise - and delight - you don't pull it away from me, but instead offer. . or perhaps it is. After he disappeared, the entire room turned black for a moment, and when the lights came back up (or I woke back up?) this room was around. And, no, I'm not happy about being left here. Oddly enough, he was kind enough to leave me a bookshelf full of books. That doesn't seem in keeping with his modus operandi of torture or experimentation, but who knows how the hell he's working this.I do know one thing... and this is why I'm telling him to fuck off. He seems to be. As I brushed my teeth I worked to recall the events of the night. The Redskins had won. I had made a new friend - a beautiful blond bartender who had a similar transplant story as mine but with, seemingly, more success. I had also met a married man named Bill at the bar who convinced me to join him for a drink in his hotel room. I ended up drinking three-quarters of a beer and possibly the biggest load of cum I had experienced to date. I gave him one fantastic blow job which he,.