Then I was taughtgenteel table manners; which cutlery to use at a formal dinner, how tocomplement my hosts, how to discuss the latest ladies fashions,...etc.Surprisingly I learnt nothing about the practicalities of being a woman.All of that would be taken care of by my handmaidens. They would applymy make-up, select my wardrobe, wash and dress me everyday. All I had todo was walk around looking pretty.The weeks passed and I had learnt all there was to know about being alady and, thank God,. I admired her tight thin body, and they way she seemed to walk on clouds. I managed to offer her a shy “hello”, and she would “hi” me back, but that was it. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she was much too young for me. A light blinked on in the bathroom, and I thought maybe I’d check it out, but the window was too high for me to see anything. Still, I considered myself lucky to have witnessed her “private” self-love session. To my delight, she returned to the den, and she had brought a friend. Each time she would recall her first encounter with Hotdog, Midge's first love encounter. And how could she ever forget her first doggie gang bang.Yes this was definitely her most memorable place. Occasionally, one or two of Hotdog's canine pals would wander into their fuck session and join in. Jughead didn't mind those moments at all. He found the sight of his beautiful blonde friend taking on dogs intoxicating. He would just sit back and watch her as she would masterfully take on two or three. Please do not make him angry.”I sure as hell shut up after that warning, but I was curious. Buckets? What buckets? I dropped my head to see if I could see a bucket around and found nothing. This puzzled me for a while until I heard dripping, like water being poured into a jug, and then it dawned on me. No one had been moved or allowed to use a bathroom. The buckets were… I paled, suddenly feeling sick. What kind of a man was this? A sigh came from Emily as she finished relieving herself and.