” He ended with an almost impossible to see through black fur blush. Clayton had imagined him and his close friend “experimenting” for years; it...had many times before been the fantasy to which he had masturbated to in the very basement he was now posed compromisingly in. Even though he was flustered, he couldn’t miss this possibly once in a lifetime opportunity. “Well, I guess I’m willing to let you try; what exactly do you want to do?” Again, Clayton felt a paw press firmly into his back,. Dale had to be calling about Bridget."Please God, don't let anything have happened to her," he prayed silently, as he had prayed ever since she had left. He took a deep breath and spoke."Yes Sir?" Unable to maintain his composure he blurted "Is this about Bridget? Is she alright?" More than 'alright' I would say."Mike's mouth literally fell open as Director Dale informed him of Bridget's sudden visit in the middle of the day and the miraculous event that had returned her to humanity."She's on. ........help...........me.....please.......oh....God....ohhh....uhhh....oh..uh...oh...oooohhh.? Her face got grotesquely swollen. When they finally took her off the wheel her eyes were bloodshot and her face, especially her lips and tongue were swollen. Her red pubic hair had been heat-singed and her labia and clitoris were in the same condition as her lips and tongue – swollen and sore to the touch. Her anus was glazed and puffy from the heat and her buttocks and ass crack were swollen and. Sit-up straight. Hands in her lap. Eyes closed.With Lisa in position, he forewarned her of him touching her body. George started by running her long flowing loose hair through his hands. He repeated this three times. At the end of the last stroke, he smelt her hair. He noticed that her breathing started to change.He adjusted her T-shirt over her shoulders. The side effect was that he noticed that, as per his wishes, she did not wear a bra. He repositioned her to face him. He ran his fingernail.