And damn I was feeling good. Then a slight push forward and I was on my hands and knees, doggy style. "Good boy, good boy.", Marcus said, and patted m... head. They tossed a stick out a couple of feet and said "Fetch boy." I fetched. Picking it up in my mouth and then turning around and brining it back. They tossed it out again, farther this time, "Fetch boy!". "Now, come now.", I started to say, when wham! I was hit with a shock to my neck from the training collar. I hadn't realized it was a. Within a split second their training kicks in and without warning they begin to fire their standard issue nine millimeter Glock hand guns rapidly at the beast. Suddenly its attention is diverted from the old dead woman as it feels the bullets pierce its skin and shatter on its metallic ribs and vertebrae leaving behind molten led left to cool under its flesh. With a loud screeching howl that seems almost a scream it turns and faces the security officers. The moment it turns and provides a wider. He then leaves with his bags probably his clothes in it.I was shocked and confused. But then I realized that he never remembered whatever happened last night because of his drinking habits. Now I felt relaxed. He didn’t remember the last night.Next two days, I was thinking about the night. His forceful kisses on my lips and that biting on my lips. His tongue in my mouth. I was thinking the whole time about his domination upon me and to do all the things he wanted to with his girlfriend. Truly. Since I'm all horny now, I decide to go relieve myself. I go into the bathroom, and sit on the toilet facing the opposite way then when I usually sit. I take off my clothes, and whip out my rock hard dick. I start to think about scenarios that could happen this weekend,including me and my sister and lots of groping. This as usual gets me off in about 2 minutes. I masturbate every day, because I'm almost always horny when I'm with my sister, for obvious reasons.While I'm cleaning up, I hear a.