I bent down and tried to take the first dick that I had ever touched into my mouth. It was large and curved, but I got half of it in. I started suckin... and jerking, suddenly he stopped and whispered "pretend to cum so your girl will leave us alone". I looked at him, shocked, but he motioned that he was going to let me fuck him. I was so caught up in it, I immediately made noises like I was cumming. My girlfriend, who got off from hearing this, asked if I had a good time, I replied yes. She. Jenny held onto Toby’s slippery shaft with both hands, pulling his cock out of her mouth for a while, then letting him glide back in – but deeper this time. Soon Jenny had three dog cocks inside her, Daddy in one hand and Little Slut in the other. She wasn’t entirely sure whether this counted as ch1ld sex-abuse, but certainly enjoyed the feel of a tight little synthetic bottom. Jenny had cum three times before Toby unleashed a torrent of sperm down her throat and both the other dogs had. Over brandy and cigars after dinner, John was regaling his guests with the sad state of today's youth and speculated that the cause was that the practice of flogging young bottoms was on the wane."I say, John, you must know that is not true, particularly here in this part of the country," Reggie remarked."How so?" Well, right here in your very neighborhood, flogging with a good birch rod is still practiced quite regularly at Mrs. Quimslick's School for Girls." I've heard the same thing," added. The perfect choices will always require sacrifice. You are beginning to face that reality for the first time.It’s so strange, I used to be so proud of showing off my abilities. I have my degree, and my PhD. Every event till now has been carefully orchestrated, probabilities prodded, displaying abilities in front of just the right person, at just the right time. It’s felt forced, not who I really am. It’s like all my choices are scripted.You’ve made good choices. The script is your own.I guess.