She couldn't see anything clearly, but had briefly noticed the features of the room before the door closed.Lorraine recovered herself just in time to ...eel a pair of hands at her waist. "Got cha," was all the man said, but Lorraine knew that voice. It was Roger's voice.She didn't say a word, actually she didn't even breathe. Lorraine was finding it hard to breathe at that moment, what with her heart in her throat. Roger was holding her by the waist and she could feel his strong fingers digging. ..one...go!"Erica cast the stopwatch aside and sat back on her heels, watching enthusiastically as the men raced to get out of their kit. Within seconds, Erica was surrounded by cocks at varying degrees of rigidness, jostling and fighting to use her face. Dongs were being batted about, knocking competitors out of the way. Erica's tongue was working double-time to lap at the sweaty scrotums being pressed against her chin as stiffening knobs battled to be the first to force their way between her. After several minutes Lisa returned and unhooked the leash. She led the dripping teacher into her bedroom. "Get dried off and do your hair and make-up the way I like it. Your clothes for today are on the bed. " What time do you expect Amy home?"The mention of her daughters name brought her back to the reality of her situation. "She should be home around 5:00. Ms. Simon," answered the naked, dripping teacher."You have 30 minutes to get ready. Meet me in the kitchen."Mary dried quickly and. It was a sound she heard in her nightmares since she had come to Pickford's Meadows and had her own first experience with the horrible legend of Lobo. She had hoped never to hear that sound again, for she associated it with her sordid session with the wet-tongued dog that Rodney and Liz were talking about, an event that neither of them had the slightest knowledge of.That day, on one of his regular runs in the cool whispering woods which bordered on the rear of the property, the dog found.