Blood sprang forth, immediately changing the color of his pants to bright red, and at the same time jacked the volume of Lance’s already deafening s...reaming to a whole new level.“HHHHYYYYYYAYYYYAIIIIIEEEEEEEOOOOAIIIIOOOYEEEAHHHHHOOOOO!” Lance continued, with careful articulation, “OHCRYSTOHHHOAAAOAIIIIIEEEEOOOO DEEEEAAARRRRGOOOODD FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKINNNNGGGHELLLLLL OOOOOAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHHH!”The red blood stain around his crotch rapidly grew in size as blood rapidly exited from the. But the sacariest thing was the way their body was totally covered by athick coating of hair that matched the unruly mops on their heads.Mistress Leto saw the three escorts staring and laughed. "Do you liketheir fur? We've taken some techniques from baldness treatment and usedthem to stimulate hair growth all over their body. And that's not all.Roll over!"This last peremptory command induced the two "dogs" to lie on theirbacks, with their limbs in the air. As their mistress used the toe ofher. He walked up and helped her remove the bags from her hands and set them where she always did when she came home. The air was filled with the wonderful scent of hot beef stew, fresh baked bread, and scented candles making her stomach growl. She loved his cooking and looked forward a nice meal after her shot. He took her into his arms and kissed her with a deep passion as only he could. It was the kind of kiss that warmed her loins, dampened her pussy, and hardened her nipples. It was his. The only two people who could've written that story were David, or I-- and I knew for sure that it wasn't me. I sat at my computer, staring at the story for about 20 minutes after reading it, trying to think things through and be rational. I asked myself what the odds were that it wasn't him... that it was a complete coincidence that someone wrote a story directly paralleling what had happened between David and me a mere two weeks ago. The odds seemed pretty low on that. There were details,.