“I know,” Marcy said. “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s the only way I could tell you about what happened after mom left.”“I know honey....I’m mad at myself not you. I don’t know who deserves the most blame for what happened to you. I promise it’s going to be okay between us.” I explained.It was true Marcy had gone through the minor version of hustling for every thing she had in life. It was nothing compared to growing up in a Ghetto environment. She didn’t have anything else to compare her life. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm OH - oooohhh WOW - did it FEEL so SO good !!! - I pranced around the bathroom like a slutty little bitch on heat. And what's more I WAS on heat !!! - Horny whore heat !! - I preened myself in front of the mirror and I could see how excited my dick had become. For it was no longer a dick anymore, but a fully erect ramrod rampant rock-hard she-cock - And oh WOW was I excited to see it like that and to FEEL its white-hot whore-heat burning in my hands - I was in seventh heaven. Or. And, I hadn’t allowed the knot to enter me. Unlike past times when I was forced to experience something I didn’t want, this experience was registered by my mind and it had full participation throughout the experience. The dog wasn’t a threat. The dog was only doing what instinct dictated it to do. Its drive was to mate with a female, a bitch. I lay on the ground and the dog sniffed at my pussy. I opened my legs willingly to him and he cleaned our mixed cum from my body. When he then went to a. You can barely read the menu and you can feel your thong is soaking wet, you wiggle a little bit, but you suddenly become aware I’m watching you.You look up and meet my eyes, I’ve been watching you and you know I know what you were thinking, I know why you were wiggling in your seat, I know your nipples are rock hard and you know, that I know, that you’re soaking wet. You wait, patiently, silently, expectantly for an instruction. When it comes, your heart skips a beat. “take your thong off” I.