I see a flash and suddenly I can'thear what you're saying any more. A calm washes overme and I gently put down my things and turn and smile at youas y...u continue to rant and rave about whatever. You notice the slim smile on my face and it stops you mid-sentence.I whisper, "Silence, " as I glare into youreyes. Fear pours into your expression and you step backfollowing the movement of your head. Eyes wide you standthere waiting for me to say something. After a brief pause I begin, "You know,. . ! Nevertheless, he still belonged to her, regardless of the legal hold that blonde little bitch of a wife had on him! No one took Lydia Newell's play-things away from her!Suddenly, she shot at Morgan: "Does Mark know that Caesar and that other sonofabitch dog attacked and raped me?" Hell, everybody in the valley knows it, Lydia," the big, middle-aged Chief of Police replied, running a beefy hand through his grey-hair. "Look... come into the kitchen and have some coffee. I've got a bit of. Soon the dogs both orgasmed, flooding her cunt and her mouth with a thick, salty cum. She swallowed as much as she could, but some ran down and landed on her tits. She loved how slutty she felt and it turned her on even more to know that Mark was probably filming this.After the dogs knots went down, they both pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. But they didn't leave her alone for long. Almost as if they had been trained to do this, they switched places. Bruno shoved his dick in her mouth and. He felt happy and wondered why. Everything seemed to work out before the operation. He was in thehospital and the operation was completed. He woke up to see bothhis wife and Lacey in his room. They both told him his breastslooked fabulous. He raised his head and could see the moundssticking up. In an odd way he felt proud of what he had forbreasts. After they left he wondered again why he was being so acceptingof his new state in life. He reasoned that he actually had littlechoice in the.