It had been more fun in the old days to hunt ‘em through the ship, but more risky too. I still ‘ad a bite scar from one half-feral bitch. Breaking...her ‘ad been enjoyable.This one was a young one, not yet twenty. And she was a she, not that it particularly mattered to Georgie ‘en I, though I did find breaking the men to be more fun. ‘Er hair was chopped off short and spiky ‘en she was not happy to be seeing us. I’ll spare your ears ‘er foul invective, but know that it was voluminous. She ranted. This way, Mary would have legitimate reasons to contact me and the budding feud between teacher and student would divert suspicion away from our secret.When Mary first entered our home, she was as frumpy as Mrs. Doubtfire and if I didn't know better, I would have thought it was an older sister of hers or some sort.I thanked her for coming, then asked one more time if she was really sure about this turn of events?She said, "Life is all about choices. Too many people 'settle' for someone or. I was just glad she and that fucking movie camera were gone. Seeing her hovering over me, smiling, enjoying my suffering, that only made it worse.I had no concept of time passing. I was trapped in my moment of horror. My life is focused on the huge cock, the huge dog cock that's still raping me.But I'm about to have it driven home that things can always get worse. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up to see that Reggie has returned and resumed filming my dog rape. But she. ...." she grunted, her pussy clamped down on my fingers hard and pushed them out. A gushing flow of juices followed my hand and she soaked my thigh. I quickly rubbed her lips pressing near her magic button so as to maintain her orgasm, while her body spasmed with the powerful climax.Suddenly she kicked herself off my lap, getting on her knees in front of me. Without a word she opened my shorts and released my straining cock. She began stroking it with her soft hand. With her other hand she went.