Although technically with his only daughters impending roast he was no longer a father. Deciding for himself to enjoy this day he would not go easy on...the meat just because it use to be his daughter, reaching out for her he grabbed her by her hair picked her up and threw her out the meat-girl locker door into the kitchen where she hit the floor hard tears filling her eyes, Your day has only began sweetie, or should I say sweet meat, yes thats a better name for you now, by the time im done with. "Hey, what are you up to?" I said feeling relief that it was not my troubled client."Oh, I'm having a great day, how 'bout you?" Lousy. Same old problems. What has you so chipper?" I wondered aloud."I just got back from Portland. More specifically, U-S-M, as in Mr. Wetherby's class!" Sheryl's voice rose."Really? Had a change of heart from yesterday, eh? Why didn't you tell me this morning?" I queried."I figured you'd just tease me, I guess," she said sheepishly."I see. Well you're probably. Anders takes a quick, couple of breaths and then opens them.To his relief it isn’t Mela but his wife, Janelle. Once again, he doesn’t remember how he got there. Of course the explanation is simple: it is his bed after all. But he doesn’t remember saying good bye; he doesn’t remember even going to bed. Of course it could just be a dream. If that’s the case, it was one hell of a dream. Maybe it’s a dream inside a dream? Anders shakes his head and sighs heavily. I need a shower. He checks Janelle. As she let go of "Louie's" huge black cockand got onto the large bed crawling up and grabbing my wife's trying to thrash legs andtold me get up here and help me get her positioned for her "breeding"! I just obedientas hell did exactly as she ordered/said and got right up on that damn bed to on the otherside of my young pleading wife and grabbed her other leg holding it as I scooted upand at last right there beside her with her leg in my hands grasping her at the nearknees, as I could feel her.