It was actually just making me more excited.He was calling me names like cocksucker, faggot, bitch and pussy. I was very surprised that I was really ...njoying being used like this. He grabbed my head and pulled it off his cock. He pointed the camera right at my face and asked me who I belonged to. I looked right into the camera and said I belonged to him. He continued to point the camera at me calling me names. Then with the camera still pointed at me he asked me what I was. Without. Why is psychoanalysis so much quicker for men than for women?Men don't need to be regressed back to their c***dhood.Why are well-dressed men always married?Because their wife chooses their clothes for them.What do you call a man with only half a brain?Gifted.Why are men such wankers?Because they have a willy with a head but no brains that hangs out with two nuts and lives next door to an arsehole.What do a beer bottles and men have in common?They are both empty from the neck up.Why can women. When they put their hands on each others' bottomsit got worse. Penny moaned. Mina whimpered."Whatever is the matter, girls?" Janice wanted to know. "Is something...bothering you? Hmmm?" Tell us," Tracy insisted. "Unless you want us to get up, come overthere, and check it ourselves." It's just..." Penny began and then faltered. "I mean, I don't know whyit's happening but..." We can't help it," Mina said with audible shame. "It's just... sortof... uncontrollable."Pretending she still. After it was apparent the male had gotten off Cathy's mother sighed and said "Oh wasn't that cute". I was thinking to myself that this is a little strange having fucking dogs for entertainment. (I plan to write up a short story about a dog incident that happened there later)After we had finished dessert, Cathy's mother announced that since it had been awhile since we had been together she had made a fire in the fireplace for us. She then said she was going to her room and would not be back.