The slim, raven-haired beauty placed her mug on a coaster atop the coffee table. She took up her laptop, logged into her broker and checked her stocks... The market was up. She was wealthier today than she had been yesterday. And tomorrow she would likely be wealthier than she was today. Boring. Unworthy of her attention.Cassie checked her news feeds. There was the usual political squabbling. A few minor conflicts among the various factions of the mundane. The outbreak of some new disease which. I have ‘who let the dogs out’ on the stereo, of course.I feel his dick throbbing inside my shithole, and I hear his growls grow louder. I cry out and breath against the tiled floor, pathetic sounds coming from my whore-mouth.“Oh fuck me! Make me come!” I scream. I think I’m losing my mind. Hell, I know I’ve lost mind. I’m a dog-fucking whore, and I should be ashamed that I’m getting anally fucked by a canine, but I’m not. I love it. I feel. Gradually her hand slowed. I can do this. I can control myself. Tearing her fingers from her throbbing nipple, she reached down to turn off the vibe. She sighed with a mixture of disappointment and relief. She could do it. She could control herself. "Oh God! Kendra!" Elaine's eyes shot open, reality and imagination blending for just a moment. She slumped back onto the bed as her fears were allayed. Blushing madly, she shook her head.Why does the idea of being caught, even photographed, turn me. It has no more substance than mist, but her eyes trace a definite human shape.Her heart pounds. This is her first glimpse of whatever had plagued her childhood and stolen her memory of the same. For a moment she feels the urge to slap it, even knowing her hand would likely go right through it, but time is short.She soars through the line, and her companion glides along with her. He radiates an almost childlike eagerness. She passes the discolored ring, and soon she is below Charles' mansion..