The dog collar wedding present. And it hadn’t dawned on me then.I was about to be f****d by a dog. No. Dogs. Three dogs. And that is why I am strapp...d down and gagged. I would have fought against it with all my might. Now there wasn’t a thing I could do.Just reading the titles of those two books and realizing they were about bestiality had turned me off. The thought that in just a few minutes three filthy dog cocks would be buried in my body made me want to throw up. What could I do about. One of these houses was owned by a Mr Compton, who was a well built dark haired handsome man, now I look back on it he was almost a stereotype bear with a thick Freddy Mercury type moustache, however at the time I did not have any comprehension of this. He was always pleasant to me and I admit to fancying him rotten.His house was a bungalow (single storey) the door was in the middle of the house with a bedroom on one side and the lounge on the other.One particular morning as I approached the. The foursuspenders of the garter belt tugged playfully at his stockingsas the girly boy kneed down to pick something from his bag.They were silver loops, and Sissy Angel tiled his head, swepthis lengthy hair away to hook the loop for each ear. He did itwith so much feminine mannerism that I could hardly believe hewas a guy! But the visible little piece of meat in the sack ofhis g-string was there to prove his physical gender. The sightof his sissy dick did not turn me off. In fact, it excited. Does that sound okay?"She laughed and replied, "Well, Elena showed me some photos that sure made her look sexy. That's what really got me interested in doing this." Um, how was she dressed in the shots?" I asked now wanting to know just how explicit the photos were that Elena showed her."They were quite beautiful, actually, and I'm hoping you can take some of me like that."She still hadn't told me how explicit the shots were, so I asked again, "How was she dressed in the shots?" She wasn't..