" She was starting to breathe heavily.I counted down. By the time I got to 'one' she collapsed onto me, her head tumbling forward into my shoulder. Go...figure, it worked. A 'new mail' sound piped up from my computer. I leaned over to glance at it - it was an email from Elise. The subject line said You should be dead! A chill ran down my spine when I read that. A little flustered, I turned back to Amy."Amy, think of a word that will make you happy. A word you wouldn't mind me using to bring you. "I'll give you some aspirin and you go on up early. You'll be in tip-top shape tomorrow, just wait and see."Gayle fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the bed. She had dreams, strange, half-crazy dreams about dogs. Many dogs. Dogs that chased her up hills and down valleys. Big and little dogs, but mostly big ones. The big ones cornered her in a meadow and with hot, dripping mouths, stripped her clothing off. While one held her down, another climbed between her thighs and speared her with his. I has shaking all over saying how good it was and how much I needed his big cock fucking my ass – he was way into my ass, he was pounding the base of his cock hard against my ass hole – so good. Than we both came, me for about the 10th time and him deep in my ass – a feeling that if you have never felt is so wonderful. He just fell forward onto my back and we both stayed this way for a few minutes while we tried to get our breaths. Finally he stood up and pulled his shriveled cock out of my. There were, I suppose two dozen guests, all of them couples. The twelve women had all passed through my classes over the preceding year. The Darrows were there as well as the James. Amelia Robins whose buttocks had endured so much pain until she came to accept her role; Diana Johnson who must have carried the bruising from the fetters of her extended confinement for many weeks; all were there in support of their men. They all knew that they had shared similar experiences but of course all chose.