---"And if You want to include animals, that's ok, that's totally degrading to me'" she'd written to him and he'd forwarded to me, laughing at me, tau...ting me. The livestock arrived at six. The man who owned the compound and the guest barn I'd been whipping her in had no moral compunction about using his animals to fuck women who were sick enough to want it. Daisy could barely get up when he arrived but it didn't matter. The dogs came to her. They'd fucked enough women before they recognized. She was sobbing.I put my hands on her shoulders and said softly, "Hey, what's all this?"She shook me off. "You can't possibly love me now," she moaned.I got off the bed and knelt before her, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head to look at me. "Of course I love you," I said; it sounded lame, but there it was.She grabbed the towel and covered her breasts. "I'm fat and ugly!" she wailed.I tried to peel the towel away; she was having none of it. "You never hid the bosoms from me before,". I think it’s better if you let her go on believing you don’t want anything to do with her.’ Roger sat up, pushed off the bed and headed for the living room, for the intercom. Sandra was right behind him and, as they reached the intercom, she pressed her body against his back, hugged him. ‘Don’t do it, Roger,’ she pleaded, her hand going to his cock. ‘I love you, Roger. I need your help. Please don’t do it.’ Sandra’s hand was stroking his penis, trying to entice him with sex, to reject her. “Just about as I expected. He is an asshole, a lousy lover, and a ‘minuteman’. All in all, what’s not to love?” As she saw my mouth open, she hastened to add, “And, he was merely a lousy fuck. No rough stuff, no out-there freakiness, no exotic romance. Straight up, one show a night, jackrabbit screwing. He shot off, rolled over, and went to sleep. All I got out of the deal was a wet spot in my bed, and an unscratched itch. And, he bailed this morning, mumbling something about unfinished.