The fact was that she was dreading the summer.“Is there something the matter?” Greg asked concerned by the withdrawn answer.“No,” Cathy answer...d without emotion. Out of sync with her answer, she looked over at her father and shook her head. She wasn’t going to tell him her problems. She sighed. It and her body language gave further testimony that something was the matter.Before Sharon had a chance to follow up with her own question, the doorbell rang. She said, “Ah, the doorbell.”Harry stood up. I moaned as the pleasure rippled through me. I savored it, the shouting around us, the women moaning, cheering us on. I would win this contest. I would show Vladislav that my cock was superior than his drug-enhanced dick and—“Prekleto!” he bellowed, the unmistakable sound of a man grunting through his orgasm.I groaned as the girl shuddered and slid off his cock. His cum dribbled out of her a moment later. His dick gleamed in the sunlight, coated in her juices. The girl stumbled off the bed. I was also to sleep in the garage overnight, and if I had to pee, I was to go in my water bowl. I was instructedto leave both bowls empty at the end. This meant Sir wanted me to eat dogfood and if I pissed I would have to drink it.I got on with some dog like behaviour. I rolled on the floor - notcomfortable, it is solid and dirty. I dropped to the floor and drank water. As time went on I got hungrier and needed to pee. I was faced with adilemma, was I really Sirs bitch or had all this. Whilst he was doing it to me, I couldn't get the image of all those guys downstairs out of my mind. Did they know what we where doing up here? They must have known, that's probably why they where whistling at me. As Paul fucked his cock into me, I kept imagining that all the guys where standing around the bed watching us. The idea of it really turned me on and I came and came and my final climax, as Paul shot his load of hot sponk into me, was so strong that I screamed 'Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!!!'I.