He was pissing on her. She ground her pussy onto the cold ground, needing something for friction, but there was nothing you could do. ?You?re going to...be fucking their dogs. You?re a stupid fucking bitch who can?t even speak to the men. You?re lower than their male dogs, because at least they have cocks. Do you get that? Anything with a cock on this planet outside of a few glass domes gets off on telling you what to do. The least of their mutts tells you to submit, you?re not even going to have. His coat had changed into a tight strapless dress, clinging to his newbust and emphasising his cleavage. It was ankle-length, yet it had along slit up the front and the back from just below his belly buttondownwards, causing it to fan out almost like a third pair of wings.Shoulder length gloves covered his arms but left his fingers bare, andhis formerly chin-length hair now extended past his shoulders and downto his lower pair of wings. He lifted Asmodeus to check his face in itsreflection; it. My body was warm, lazy and pleasantly aching, as if I had been up having sex half of the night. Considering the way my vivid dreams had woken me up, in a state of almost-there arousal, I guess that’s not far from the truth. Suffering from the female version of blue balls, I took a long shower and made good use of my massage shower head. Cleanliness is next to godliness after all, and I sure felt like a goddess drying off and getting dressed. I drove my trusty but rusty old car to a nearby. I am a good looking guy, and over the years I managed to build a good business, but even before that, girls just liked me, and it somehow, transponded into my self esteem, in a good way. But over the time, it got hard, you know. When I see a hottie, clearly eye flirting with me, or doing it in a casual conversation, it just drowe me crazy. And yes, I am weak, I was subdued to fall into the pit of selfloading afterwards, but I made mistakes, 4 times to be exact, and this is my tale of the first.