He almost vomited again. Killed. He’d killed them. Shit, they were just kids. Kids who’d beaten him to shit and—his wounds were healed. No pain,...other than sore muscles, and no bruises either. The beating they’d given him was gone, and in return, they were dead.He stumbled around, and pressed his hand against a nearby tree. Right, he was maybe a mile out from Makeout Hill, and had run that mile as his ... other ... form ... in minutes. He hadn’t had clothes then, just fur, but now he had. . ohhh, eat me! Oooohhh, fuck, you do it so goood! Yes, lower! Lower! Ohhh ... lower! Oooohhh, yesssss, please ... eat my ass! That's it ... yes! Lick my asshole, Dad ... oh, lick it!" she begged, raising her ass off the couch.Sighing with lust, her father cupped her asscheeks in his eager hands.He helped raise her ass higher, angling it towards his mouth. Gently, his tongue traced the flesh between the girl's cunt and asshole. Just before his tongue touched her butt hole, he swerved around it. ?A Jobi? Jodi, something like that I think. That wouldn’t be you now, would it?? ?Ye? Yes... It would! And, and it’s a photo shoot.? She replies with a hesitation, her eyes again being attracted toward the muffled sound from the flickering monitor, toward the hazy video of the naked, struggling woman, again a close up of her flailing bare breasts, splotched with welts, crying, begging. Lowering her eyes, she adds. ?I? I’m Jodi.? ?Humph.? He again glances toward the. Subhe me 8 baje uthu tab mere pav me chappal pehna ke muje bathroom le jayega aur brush nikal ke dega aur aapna muh me brush karu tab tak khula rakhega me usi me thukugi aur tu nigal lega3. Me brush ke bad toilet karne javugi to ghare me toilet to he nahi is liye tu muh khol k beth jana me wahi tere muh me pee aur shit karungi aagad meri pee aur shit thodi se bhi terr muh ke bahar gai to tuje pure din thappad milegi aur wo bhi me thaku gi nahi tab tak4. Me sam ko 5 baje job se aavu to muje.