That guy, to bolster our claim that we’d been manipulated by Tom and Jerry, rather than being willing partners in crime, believed that we should all...go to therapy to “mitigate the emotional damage of being molested.” He recommended a therapist.The fact that there wasn’t any emotional damage sailed right over the therapist’s head. She was convinced there had to be damage, since we had been made to commit incest etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.I get that. I mean the traditional creepy guy in a van. Of a. Poodle!"And just like that, she was. Fury was still running through Mercy'sveins. That was why her brain needed a moment to make sense of whathappened before her eyes. A poodle struggling to escape Stacy'sclothes. By the time Mercy'a mind caught up the poodle escaped the lastsling of cloth. Frightened it took off."Stacy?" Mercy asked flabbergasted. "Stacy wait? Oh shit. Did I makeStacy a dog? I ..."Blood drained from Mercy's face as she came to a sudden revelation. IfBrian's change has. She wanted to get a littlecloser to her new lover. Now she wanted to give himsomething back. She was now ready to do the firstpreparations for real doggy sex; she wanted to try tostimulate him into humping – to do “the Jack” how it wascalled in the guide. After Wolf had given her, her daily pleasure he wantedto go back to his blanket, but she held him back. Shecaressed his head and his body and she slowly moved herhands under his body. She finally reached his sheath andbegan. I pull back, sucking on it. I reach down and hold his cock in my hand; lifting myself up only enough to slide back down him. I have been waiting for a cock to fill my pussy and his seemed to be fitting in nicely. I was happy, it hit deep inside of my cunt. I leaned over, fucking him as he would raise his hips to meet my pussy. He had my ass jiggling and bouncing up and down him. As I sat up to ride him, he grabbed my tits. I liked how, he would shake his hands over my cupped breasts...the way.