”I heard a grunt that was probably acceptance of my terms. Rhee began licking her ass cheeks around Dad’s hands. Shortly after I began thrusting b...ck-and-forth in her pussy, Heather had her first orgasm of the bout, though it was only a quiet squealer.“Keep going, Dad. Don’t let up,” I said.The five of us kept at Heather until her third orgasm, a huge, screaming one. She collapsed to her right, but Rhee caught her, picked her up off Dad and laid her down next to him. She obviously hadn’t passed. He was telling me to calm down, no one was going to hurt me. He kept talking to me in this soothing, quiet voice, but I was so angry. Why? What was wrong? But he told me to go back to sleep and that seemed like a good idea so I curled up on the bed. My tail thumped against the bed a few times before I went back to sleep.Wait. My tail?Confused, I forced my eyes open again. White walls, shaded windows, faint beeping, and a smell that could only mean hospital. I looked down and there was an IV in. "Wear it, Sir?" Yes," he continued, smiling broadly, "you wear it. Inside of you." Oh!" she said as her face turned a bright shade of red to the roots of her hair. Again she looked at him questioningly.He simply nodded after hardening his features making the gesture a command.She set the box down on the table next to the sofa and lifted her pleated skirt. She was naked underneath in accordance with his standing instructions not to wear underwear except as necessitated by her female cycle. She. 45 pistol. A suppressor was screwed onto the 4” barrel and a powerful flashlight was mounted to the rail in front of the trigger guard. It certainly wasn’t a small package, but it was easy to handle indoors. The gun held fourteen rounds of hollow point ammo, thirteen in the magazine plus one more in the chamber. As an added bonus, it wouldn’t blow out my eardrums if I had to use it. In the movies and on TV, people shoot pistols and rifles indoors all the time and never mention the noise. Thanks.