This is what I'm goingto do throw away what you have. Then he looks at my mother and says "Momwatch him flush his stash in the toilet and flush it awa...." Here is yourprescription for meds I can monitor. I'm also going to increase thedosage being I'm monitoring you under my care. I want you here once aweek for the next two months to make sure all is going well.My mother called the psychiatrist and told him how the appointment went.He said I would not have figured anything less. She told the. And as you let go and let out that long muffled scream, you eventually relax and almost collapse in my arms…but we’re not done. I spin your left leg around and throw you onto your arms and knees, pull your ass up so it is staring at me, waiting, begging…it seems to be the theme tonite and how can I resist. So I thrust my cock inside you…no gentle caresses, no easing in…no, tonite is a nite where I fuck you til you collapse and then fuck you harder and longer still. Fucking you from. What would her life matter? Who would remember her? Where would her remains lie? It seems absurd for an animal to think this way, but you must remember that Kimmi, at this stage, is not quite an animal. It's my job to relieve her of these human concerns. Over the course of several sessions, our last taking place the night before she's slaughtered, I reassure her that the process will be as pain-free as possible. "I won't lie. There will be some discomfort. That's unavoidable. But the goal is to. " Oh my god," Angie laughed, her face filling with color.Christine chuckled and said, "Sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I know it's probably creepy to hear me talking about sex."Angie looked over at her aunt and shrugged. "Not really. I don't know why, but it doesn't feel so weird with you. With Mom or Aunt Karen, it makes my skin crawl." Probably because I'm younger, but I hope it's because you think of me more as a friend than an aunt." I guess I do, and I'm having a lot of fun..