Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural wa... at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold dear?I hadn’t expected another message.The faces of the two women I lived. “I wonder where everyone is?” shethought as she opened the back door with her key. Sherelocked the door and reached for the light switch. She felt a hand over her mouth, another hand snakearound her left side trapping her arm and pulling hertight against the hard male body behind her. She couldfeel his erection against her ass. “Bastard!” she thought. “Alright, bitch. If you fuck me real good, maybe I won’tcut you up.” His hand grabbed her pussy through. “I don’t give a shit how you feel. You are never here and the money you bring home isn’t enough.”“Bitch.”He slammed the door shut and was never seen again or heard of. A few years later she had learned he had died in a crash. His rig had slid on ice and went over a cliff. She didn’t shed one tear that day.Erica found herself single with a six-year-old making good money. She knew that she wasn’t getting any younger and needed a backup plan for the day the studios stopped calling her. She began. . I wanted to feel his warm fur against my smooth skin. "That's enough…” I suddenly said to myself.Then I quickly stood up and went back into the bathroom to freshen up my ass again. After all I did have plans for tonight. As I came back into the bedroom there Samson laid on the carpet; licking his red hard dick and whimpering. A thought of helping him out with his problem raced through my mind again; then I got closer and sat down on the floor close to him.Samson looked at me and stopped.