It filled her with hope she had thought lost on the morning of her birthday.The trees grew along the wall’s edge, and she’d climbed one or two, bu... they never grew tall enough to get her to the top of that wall. She could see it, always seemingly within reaching distance, but she could never get all the way to the top. She saw that even at the top – or maybe especially at the top – it was sheer and perfect. It had no handholds and nothing she could find to grip. As the days passed, she worried. More spunk shooting into me. More orgasms. I was a receptacle for spunk. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had finished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever was in the. “Of course I’m not happy!” she snapped.“Oh.” She was amazed that he could put so much disappointment into a single word. She felt heat in her chest and couldn’t figure out if it was anger or something else. She opted for anger. Who was he to be disappointed that she didn’t want to be pregnant?“Why in the world would you think I’d be happy?” she asked, again surprised that she said that instead of cursing at him.“Some women want to have children,” he said.Erica stared. He must be insane! She’d. After setting his briefcase down, he said, ‘let the games begin’ and started off down the path. When he reached the stairs, he was amused at the sight in front of him. On the first step was a black 3-inch high-heeled shoe. On the second step was its mate. On the fourth step was a black leather mini-skirt. On the fifth and sixth steps were two tan nylon stockings. On the seventh step was heather’s black lace blouse. Finally, at the top of the stairs, was a garter belt. His penis throbbed. Just.