Even my parched throat was something of the past. While I would have liked to believe my journey through the sandy wasteland was a dream, I knew it wa...n’t.I took a moment to study my surroundings. The décor was similar to most earth houses—I still had no idea which planet I was on—yet there were a few subtle differences. For example, the house seemed to have been built for dogs instead of humans. Speaking of man’s best friend, one of them sat at the foot of the bed, staring at me.The dog. "I... I dunno," the young man answered."Very well then, I'll decide. I think we will begin with a rear entry. Miss Winters get on your hands and knees and face the audience."Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of objecting did as she was told."Go ahead, son. She's all yours. Let's see what you can do for her. Miss Winters, I want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover enters you."While John Berman knelt on the wresting mat behind her, Sandy turned. I hated her. I hated what she’d done. The pain and the anger were fire new, but even so, in spite of my anger I wanted so much to hold her, to comfort her. She’d loved my mom and dad. I knew she was sad. I knew she was suffering. It wasn’t enough. She held on for a while, but then she got up, she looked at me and held out her hand, “Please come to bed with me?”I grimaced, “Not a chance, not a chance in hell.”She reiterated, “Please?”I took a deep breath, “What? Rath wasn’t enough for you. I put him back in my cunt and this time I moved my hips like I meant it. I spelled “Happy Birthday” with my movements, clenching my cunt muscles to dot the “i”. I’d just finished “Happy” for the third time when Toby came. I could feel his cock pushing deeper into me and getting a little bit bigger, although I didn’t actually feel his cum this time. Well, I didn’t feel it until I climbed off of him and it began leaking out of me.His face and neck were red, which I took to be a good thing. We lay.