Every moan and every squeak of the bed served as a brutal reminder of my loss of not only my wife, but my freedom. The chastity belt made sure of that...I hate to admit it but while I listened to them fucking there above me, it turned me on. I'm not sure if it was my wife's loud cries of passion or if it was when her lover called her a filthy whore, whatever it was, my cock ached for release. I tried everything to get beneath that dreaded belt, but the most I was able to do was wiggle half a. I recall one weekend that they passed me around to more then twenty of their friends, family and some guys that even paid to have sex with a teen age fuck boy. I lost count after number fifteen, some even came back for seconds or thirds so the number of dicks that entered my anus was more then I could account for. Fortunately tho none of the guys wanted to injure me or do permanent harm to my anus. The penis came in all sizes, shapes, colors and ages, it was to my advantage not to refuse them. “My name is Emmanuelle Christie, and I want to have sex with a dog.”We see Emmanuelle on a train, in a tight t-shirt so tight we can see the pattern on her bra and another pair of jeans (not ripped this time) heading east from Cardiff, across the Prince of Wales Bridge to Bristol to meet our next dog and his owners.We’ve met Rocky in Gateshead, Bruno on the road in Scotland, Rebel in Oldham, and now it’s Prince – a handsome black Labrador – and his owners Martin and Sue.Suzie is a decent. Yet there I was, watching the clock tick toward eleven. It was about quarter till when he got up to leave. Hmmm, he was actually taking an effort to not have us not be seen leaving together. A few minutes later, I excused myself. My knees were actually trembling, and I was already soaking wet in anticipation of this. What the Hell was wrong with me? The entrance to the Student Center ballroom – that’s what it was called, though I never heard of any actual balls being held there, except when Doc.