Now I knew what her opening felt like as I'd fingered her the previous night, I was more eager for her than ever. I could still smell her on my finger..., and once I'd watched their car go down the road I immediately went into the kitchen where Chi-chi was washing up the breakfast things, pulled down her panties and was inside her warm, wet vagina again - thrusting at her over the kitchen sink. Longer, much longer, this time as my cum had been drained earlier in the morning. I'd learned from Lee. After about another hour of walking Susan was convinced that she had him trained as she only had to stop twice more out of about fifty people they greeted. He wasn't about to tell Susan but John knew that she had won and decided it was pointless to fight it; maybe he would enjoy wearing her panties.After ten days their rule was that Susan had to quit rewarding John for getting hard on cue. That didn't mean that they didn't have wild sex every night then four days later the big test came as they. All this, she was made to understand, was a prelude to the main event,in which she was to fuck the guest of honor. She wondered who the guest of honorwas, but knew better than to ask. It was after they had moved into the living room, and the men wereseated around, with Pamela still on all fours in the middle of the floor, thatthe guest of honor was brought in. He was led in by the host on a leash, with acollar around his neck. He was a large, black, fierce-looking Doberman dog.Pamela stared in. My cousin went through MORFS and now spends most of his life either in tanks or in the ocean. His body has to be kept hydrated to survive, and his legs can no longer hold him upright. It's been a horrible experience having to watch him lose the energy he once had. I've always feared that such would happen to me, and it became easy to keep those who had suffered MORFS far away.You don't though."I shrugged. "I still go to the meetings though. So it's not like I've been better than you," I.