.? But you remembered you like dogs, right?" Bloodhound was silent for another moment, "...S'all I remember. Rest is blank." His focus never left the ...ath ahead of him as he spoke with such mystery; Bird looked up in bewilderment, "Does it bother you? Not... remembering anything about yourself?" All but Ox were fixated on Bloodhound now, a feeling he was less than thrilled with. Taking a long moment of silence to ponder his answer, he finally spoke up. "Pretty sure I was a hunter. Woods feel at. They were now in 69 position. He began to kiss her pussy. Her pussy was leaking profusely. Her initial hesitation and confusion disappeared. She was an expert in the art of satisfying her lover. From the way she was making love to him, I knew that she had mastered the art of sex. She sucked and handled him testicles so artfully that he was almost getting over the edge. He wanted to last and make an impression on his new found lover. He halted her and made her remove her petticoat. She was not. Whatever lunacy had convinced me to go and attempt reason with her, that lunacy harbored a greater sense of humor and poetic justice than any satirist ever. The grounds were well kept, clean and orderly. Green was everywhere, and the soft air of the late spring rode well across my skin, relaxing me as my stride lessened, slowed. Breathing deeply as I thought of the recent events, I needed to sit down and collect my thoughts. I walked to a nearby stone bench and sat awhile in thought, going. I whimpered with pleasure. He leaned over and kissed me there, and then slapped again. "I'm sorry," I said, looking over my shoulder. "Oh, You forgot to close the door." "Teach, I think part of your punishment is leaving that door open. Maybe someone will walk by, they may have forgotten something. Or maybe the janitor might swing down the hallway pushing his broom. Won't that be a site for them, the little white teacher bent over the desk crying out for some hard black dick." I turned red,.