." Hello?" A female voice.Max paused as he found his feet."Hello, is somebody out there?" The voice was coming from the women's dressing room.Max stoo... the rest of the way, and cautiously moved toward the door. "Ummm... yes?" Can you come in here for a minute?" the voice asked."Ummm... no?" he replied."Why not?" Why not? Was this woman serious?"Well... maybe because it's a girl's dressing room?" Is there anybody else out there?" she asked.Max looked around. "No." Well, there's nobody else in. .How can you even say that?" I was insulted."It's okay, Uncle Ken. I don't mean it's okay that you look at Sam, Liz or Franny...I just mean, I know that you don't even know you're doing it. Just like when we were kids. We used to talk about it and we wondered if you'd ever try anything. After we started to talk about it I think...No, I know...We all were kind of hoping that you'd do more that just look. You were...you still are...so good looking and there was something about your eyes. As Helen had warned her on thetelephone, the head of Bosco’s prick then balloonedstretching her vagina and he was unable to withdraw foranother two or three minutes after cumming deep insideher love hole, all in all a very satisfactory mating ofBosco with his to-be new mistress. Max explained thatthe peanut butter would not be required with any of thedogs after their initial fuck with an unfamiliar pussy,but would be helpful on her nipples if she wanted herbreasts licked. After a few more. I placed my hands on her blood soaked ones and stared into her eyes."Let me heal you." She shook her head no. "There is no shame in losing, just in giving up without trying. Let me heal you, Priestess of Kassandra." I couldn't make it a command, but I tried to let her see my sincerity.Again she shook her head no. I had to give it one last try."If you die now, woman, then you will never figure out why I beat you, that knowledge will be given someone else. One who learns from her mistakes."Anger.