He turned, and she realised there was another door leading out of the room. He walked through it, and she found herself in a warm room. A large, deep ...ectangular tub was against the wall behind the bed and to her right.On the left side of the door was a box with an oval hole in the top, and a roll of paper hung beside it. A lever was on the wall behind it. Beside it sat a sink and taking up the other corner was a large cubical with glass sliding doors. Several rails held towels, and a cupboard. The enormous Dog Cock was smaller than before but I could really feel it entombed inside, still throbbing slowly, menacingly, in my puppy-oven from my butt-hole to my navel. “Wow, your tummy looks like you’re pregnant!” It certainly FELT like I had had an enema like my Mom gave me when I was a kid, but it never felt like there was a giant animal swimming in hot sperm soup dwelling in my bowels! I was starting to tire of holding the muscular Doberman up on my back. “Maybe we could get him to. “I don’t know what I was thinking Jack, I forgot.” She was holding back tears as best she could, but her make-up was already ruined. “I can’t believe you!” “Jack, what I can I do to make this right?” “You need to be punished; you need to learn your lesson first.” “Oh, ok,” she said through a sniffle, and she lowered herself onto her knees. “I’ve been a bad girl.” “God damn right you have!” “How are you going to punish me?” Jack stuck his thumb in Emily’s mouth and she began to suck it. “You. I laughed to myself as I put them in my drawer, knowing I probably wasnt going to use them, but imagining what it would be like if I did. I imagined how it would feel to have his dick in my hands, in my mouth, even in my pussy. For the umpteenth time that day my pussy got began to get wet again. Stop. I told myself. Whatever happens tomorrow happens. He probably doesnt even want to hook up with you. Maybe he just wants to go swimming. Or he doesnt want to sit home on a Friday afternoon alone..