She wasn’t whining, just shivering, as if filled with excitement from watching a deer. Her tail was wagging still, slowly. He turned it up to full...power, and his dog just looked at him intently, laying there and shivering. He turned it off, then reached down and unbuckled the collar. He stood there with it in his hand for a moment, looking at it. “Maybe it doesn’t do anything after all.” he muttered. “Well, at least it didn’t kill her.” Just as he had re-opened his book again, he heard his. It was getting close to their first anniversary in ninth century Scotland and all of them remained happy to have made the trip. These men had a deep love of their country and believed passionately in what they were doing. While their progress was at times frustrating, they had no doubts as to the value of their work and what it would mean for Scotland. Scott was pleased to see them laughing and enjoying themselves in the snow. Some were already accomplished skiers too, most notably 'Mac'. I still wasn’t okay with the idea of organized religion, though. Too many rules for my liking. When the Friday night prayers ended, the Imam summoned Khadija, and her eyes widened like saucers when she saw me. I smiled and waved at her, then thanked her for saving my life. I looked at her, then at the Imam, and told them that it took extreme circumstances to force me to realize that there is a God, and that all human beings are capable of good and evil. I can’t in good conscience write off all. “Relax,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of.” My stomach twisted. “You like the taste of your daughter’s pussy.”“Crystal tastes so good, Mommy,” Kitty moaned beside us. “Especially full of Daddy’s cum.”My wife did relax, my thoughts prickling hard as I rewrote her thoughts. Color blossomed in her cheeks again. Her dark eyes didn’t tremble. She sucked harder, her tongue swiping around the shaft as she groaned her enjoyment.“Mmm, yes, she does taste amazing, Mrs. Horne,” Jessica.