And at the same time I felt me own painfully rigid knob belch a hefty load of spunk in my shorts.Damn it,the sound of feet crunching on the ground out...ide the lavs had the old perv' whip his slimey cock out of my mouth and hisses,"Get the fuck up quick-smart,and get the hell outa here"I have never moved so quick and Ginger was a good few feet ahead of us. I half walked half stumbled behind Ginger just as the park-keeper reached the outer door."What the fuck you two been doing in there so. With a molecular bio-brain sitting alongside his useless bit of protoplasm to do his serious thinking for him, and with paw-hands capable of using any tool a human could use, he would have, indeed, been an asset to the colonists - except for one thing. The canine company had faced government cutbacks in spending, and calling on human ingenuity, had started using toy store rejects - installed by a molecular engineer with a sense of humor. Kilgore came out, not quite your average bio-canine, with. I used the thongs to tie their hands behind their backs; each had the other’s thongs around her hand. Heheheheheheh, muwahahahahahha. Was the maniacal laughter running in my head for some reason. Ok, now for the fun, I blindfolded them to make them guess what’s going on, the sound they hear, the feeling they feel will emphasize everything. If they hear a scream, will they try to run? What about a moan, would they moan with anticipation? Ok, one girl at a time, lets start with the first whore,. I looked up and smiled. It was Catherine. She was a bright student and was always attentive to my class. She was taller than the rest of the girls with short dark hair. Now alone with her in the room I began to notice her beauty. She smiled nervously and said that she needed to talk. I moved from behind my desk and walked over to her. I could see that she was tense because she was clutching her book with both hands and her knuckles were white.I perched myself on the desk in front of her and.