You need to say it! Please, Amy! You did not kill Courtney!’ Amy looked up at Suzanne. ‘Amy, say it!’ ‘I didn’t kill her…’ mumbled Amy. ...uzanne sighed with relief. ‘Amy, say it again!’ Amy sobbed. ‘I didn’t kill her!…It wasn’t my fault!’ Finally Amy managed to stop crying. For several minutes she knelt quietly and simply stared at the filthy pavement. At last she got up. She hugged Suzanne. ‘I’m sorry I put you through this.’ ‘Amy, I’m your friend. You don’t have to be sorry about anything.’. “Sit down!” I said loudly. She ran her hand up and down between her crack. “Sit down and buckle up!” I said firmly. “Fine!” she said. She sat down and buckled up. But I could still smell her pussy. She had always been a wet one, and soon after she sat down I could smell her wetness as it seeped through her dress, ran down her crack and soaked her asshole. My hand instinctively pressed my crotch. Finally we get to her apartment. She gets out and slams the door, I watch her—admittedly almost. When the muscular man had the fragile boy where he wanted him, he took hold of the young guys hair with one hand, pulling his head up. The man lifted his nice size cock up, then let go of it so it slapped his new fucktoy in the face. By this time, I was so turned on, I didn't hear my daddy leaning against the door, silently watching me. Focusing on the action on the screen, I slid my fingers along the outline of my hard shaft. I was hypnotized by the way the big man dominated the. Doesn't she realize my total and complete dependency on her? Doesn't she realize that I can not wait one second longer for her to release me? I wait and I cry, for that is what she allowed me to do. I sit in the corner of my kennel and sob. I wait for another eternity as I listen to the water cleansing and refreshing my Mistress. The other side of that same sword boils my urgency to pee to the only thing my mind can comprehend. I am no longer human in any recognizable form, neither internal.