That thought was depressing, but he would just have to suck it up. Hehad tried to stop dressing before. It never ended well. The longer hewent betw...en girlie outings, the more agitated and depressed he became.He had to fight to control himself from snapping at his children andwife during these periods. He was smart enough to realize his femininepersona was his pressure gauge. She was as much a part of him as wasGeorge the husband and father.He packed his two bags, one for George, one for. In another corner was abed, very comfortable looking in spite of the leathershackles anchored to the four corners. Every wall wassoundproofed – I tended to like the live moans andcries better than the gurgles from behind a gag.Unquestionably – a lady was sexiest with her lipssuckling a big old ballgag. But they just said thedarndest things if you let them. And in the center,tied into a warm parcel of female, was Teri on thequestioner’s chair.With steady fingers, I lit the end. I struggledwith an inner battle of guilt. You see, I am azoophile, and I’ve always felt it was somehow wrong.Ashamed afterwards mostly. I mean no one ever got hurt.Not the dogs. They craved it. So did I. I was theirbitch, in the true sense of the word. It felt right inso many ways also. To be taken in the most primal way.Submitting to them felt so good. My conflict wastearing me apart. Which is why I decided to take sometime off and find myself. I had been up here in the mountains of. The rest of their clothing were removed and Derek lay on his back trying not to make very "unmanly" noises as Tori's mouth and hands worked his cock, sucking and slurping, jerking what her mouth didn't reach and after a while she stopped and looked up at him rubbing her puffy little pussy."So how do you want to return the favour?" Derek's brows rose at her confidence and he smirked."Come take a seat then" without hesitation she straddled his face facing away from him, she wanted to run her.