She squeezed behind me and placing her hands on my shoulders guided me down to the floor. The floor felt clammy and a maybe even somewhat sticky, lik... an old movie theater after a k**’s matinee.I felt my bare knees sticking to the grimy surface. “Come on Chrissie, you little slut, suck his cock.” Kelly whispered.At first I just wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked it a bit. But I quickly got caught up in the moment and began to tongue the tip. I ran my tongue around the tip in small. Keep some cash handy, because he’s gonna want to be paid in cash if he takes you.”I was sound asleep early Friday morning, when a knock on the door woke me up. I called out to acknowledge to whom ever, got up and slipped on my shorts, because I’ve always slept nude. In the darkness of the early morning, I opened the door slightly to converse with my caller. He was the friend of the waitress and was willing to take me to where I could view, but not talk to my bride. It would cost me five hundred. Her receptionist, the doctor she shares her practise with, and her patients all think that she is taking part in a documentary about the psychological disorders, which she claims isn’t far from the truth.“A lot of the disorders I deal with are of a sexual nature – and there’s no doubt that this is a disorder. For a woman to want to have sex with another species is clearly aberrant behaviour. I’m aware of this even in myself.”What first turned her on to dogsex?“I had a patient who told me that. She walked into one sleazy joint called the Seraglio, accessed its database on available studs, selected and reserved one, feeding it her credcard for the duration of her stay, then followed the directional corridor lights to his room.It was like every stud's room she'd seen before: a large bed dominating the centre, wallscreen for erotic holos, separate shower/toilet area, and the smell of cheap cologne and the sweat of previous customers; still, with the prices they charged, who looked at the.