I kept my sanity.The past few months, I have struggled with some of myown perverse kinks I guess you can say. I struggledwith an inner battle of guilt... You see, I am azoophile, and I’ve always felt it was somehow wrong.Ashamed afterwards mostly. I mean no one ever got hurt.Not the dogs. They craved it. So did I. I was theirbitch, in the true sense of the word. It felt right inso many ways also. To be taken in the most primal way.Submitting to them felt so good. My conflict wastearing me. At this point you wished the Hispanic woman would say something, if only to shake up the strange feeling he's getting about this conversation."Have you ever heard of a group called SRFH?" Can't say I have, government thing?" Not even remotely. When we started we called ourselves the 'Serial Rapists For Hire', the name change was for something less menacing."You nearly spit up the old coffee you had taken to drinking when you sat at your desk. They're called what?"That's a very. . .odd name." My. Ray's mother, who was very nurturing and always supportive of Ray said, "It's about time," which brought a laugh from everyone.Congratulations were expressed by both parents. Dinner was ordered and the conversation during the meal centered on the wedding plans. The women were engrossed in this discussion and the men knew better than to interfere.Later that evening, relaxing in bed after some more honeymoon practicing, they both agreed they had fine parents and they would be wonderful in-laws.. It hurts but it'snot as bad as it looks. I love you for feeling bad about this but it'swhat I dreamed about since I was four and it's what I needed to do foryears but never had the courage to do."The three left when it was time for Savannah's dinner and bath, with thegirls kissing her goodbye while Melissa had to hold off her own feelingsof shock at what she had seen. In the car Piper asked about that, Melissasighed and offered a solemn, "It's tough to see someone willing to dothat to their.