This was used to control its feet, its sex life, and most of its other bodily functions. However, there were some cross-connections that let one brain...control all of the animal if the other brain was out of commission. That was really an efficient and sophisticated system for a fighting machine like Porky was reputed to be.This thing really scared me. I couldn’t afford to let this beast get anywhere close to me because it could kill me with one motion of its head that hooked me with a tusk. I. There exists a regular highway from the ‘door’ to the stairs ... and I do admit that ‘things’ have been known to spring unassisted from the ceiling tall pile to the middle of said highway.Sorta like the ‘fallen rock’ signs along some southern Appalachian mountain roads ... sometimes ‘fallen rock’ means ‘falling rock’ so keep moving.Perhaps it would behove me to explain about the basement. the 2400 square foot area makes no mention of the Cubic feet of airspace.Gustafson was a little generous. ?She never sees the other hand that eases in front of her mouth with the chloroformed rag. ?A cough and then she just fades to black.She wakes slowly... groggy and cold. ?Her brain relishes this though because the heat wave has been going on for weeks- this is either a wonderful dream or the heat has broken. ?She can feel her nipples tight with the chill and eyes still closed she smiles slightly. ?Or she tries to anyway. ?Her mouth doesn’t seem to be working right- lodged open, lips forced. Backin control again, I wanted to swallow every drop that I could.As Danielle finished emptying her seed into my mouth I heard theconclusion of Mistress Penelope getting eaten out by my wife. "Yes!You nasty little whore! Drink my cream! Drink it! Lick me clean. Savesome for your nasty husband though. I know she wants some too."Mistress Danielle moved away from me. I was soon face-to-face withMistress Penelope's cunt. "You want some of this don't you slut?" sheasked. I nodded my head vigorously..