"Unfortunately," the teacher said, "this frame does not have hooks that can hold her open. Thankfully, we have Susan. She is a great help and I see ... bright future for her." Miss Therriault quickly and efficiently gutted Miranda in the same manner that Miranda had gutted her mother. The uterus, vagina, ovaries, and liver went into the steel bowl while the rest (minus the heart and lungs) went in the pan. More stuffing was mixed and used to fill Miranda. Miranda had sreamed. Her hole looked as inviting seeing it from behind, which made me want her even more. I grabbed both her legs and position my cock straight at her inviting hole. I began to thrust my Cock slowly, as it was feeling so good. I could of bust so quickly, but wanted it to last until the peck of my orgasm. She felt me growing harder with every stroke and said that she wanted my cum in her mouth, because that’s the best part. I’d filled her hole with my cock, what had seemed for hours. I was reaching. By late afternoon we ended up back at his house and to look through the boxes of Playboys and Hustlers his dad kept hidden in the garage. We had looked at them together a few times before but only very briefly. Today was going to be different. The rest of his family was going to be gone until later that afternoon, so we had the house to ourselves. We each grabbed a few mags, brought them to his room and dug in. After about ten minutes I had a full erection and I was pretty sure he did as. There was an up-side to all the torture though. Each day that passed also brought him success; success in passing the cuckold test. Danny would wake up and watch her coming out of the shower; watch her wander into the bedroom naked; watch her towel herself down; watch her dress. He would watch her slip into her lingerie; bra; panties; suspenders and stockings. He knew that she was taunting and teasing him but there was nothing that he could do about it. He was a cuckold wasn't he? He had passed.