Rather than press the issue, I left the offer open, knowing that they would tell me when they were ready.My old bedroom layout was almost exactly the ...ay I had left it. Two sewing machines had replaced my large desk, a desk I had made from a door set atop two old-fashioned wooden filing cabinets that I’d bought from a second-hand store. My old shelves were now filled with bolts of cloth and small plastic cabinets filled with a dozen or more sets of small, plastic drawers that were jammed full. I hung my head, damn it! Why in the hell was I feeling like the biggest piece of crap in the world now? "I'm sorry Sheila." I said almost in a whisper. "I am sure you realize that I have a fear of being buried alive." Now I was almost afraid to look at her. I felt Sheila walk up next to me. Then I felt her hand gently pull my face up. "I'm sorry Doctor Gance. Though I do not have the fears that you do. Only the prospect of failing my mission causes me the feelings that you are feeling. Though. She had tobe dreaming. He was huge. A massive gorilla on atropical island in the middle of nowhere. Yes. She wassure she was dreaming.The gorilla grabbed her, roaring and yanking her to andfro as if to show all the other inhabitants what washis. Her shoulder throbbed but she still couldn’t yell.The pain was almost too much. Then she passed out.When she awoke, she was nude. She looked for herclothes but they were nowhere to be found. The gorillawas watching her intently. Her gaze. He pulled my head into his crotch, smashing my nose into his pubes.Again, I gagged. I pulled up and inhaled a deep breath, and went down again. My eyes were beginning to water.Again, he held me on his cock until I gagged. This time, slobber exploded from my mouth onto his cock, balls, and bush. He let me up for air.I inhaled and slammed his cock back into my throat. I liked his aggressiveness. It fit him.I continued to deep throat him; he continued to hold my head until I gagged. And we.