Meanwhile, giving me hope, because I don’t want to resume feeding Sally. She knows it, too.A diorama opens in my mind, like being in a private 3D mo...ie theater.Sally is naked and filthy, in a kennel, being repeatedly fucked by a revolving pack of huge wolfish looking hounds. Horrible! The diorama fades away.“Can we rescue her?”“I’m telling you, Sally wouldn’t leave given the chance. She doesn’t want to be rescued. She chose to live like this, and thinks it’s ideal. Her pussy fed constantly. She. More than this, Jane had now placed her glass on the floor in front of her and gave me a superb show of her cleavage every time she reached for a drink or to replace the glass. By now I was struggling to keep my semi hard on under control and I was sure she was enjoying my discomfort. Then Paul said he felt unwell and excused himself. I got up to leave but he said No, dont leave yet, Jane is just starting to enjoy herself and I probably just need a rest and Ill join you both later if I feel. I had thought he was out for the night so I’d taken the time to shower, shave myself smooth and get all girled up. I was in such a panic! I shouted back, no real words came out but I hoped to sound busy so he’d go away. I stumbled over to my bed in my ridiculous new heels, dress still halfway up my ass, hoping to sit down and get the damned shoes off. Of course, things had to get worse. With a small squeal, I tripped over my own feet and fell forwards onto my bed. I put my arms out to stop my. Despite living on the streets, he didn't have a hard time keeping cash on hand anymore. There was less to spend it on.He went into the first bar he found. The smell of so many warm human bodies in an enclosed space made him nervous, but he sat down anyway, ordering a beer he couldn't drink. The room was full, and he felt like people were staring. He supposed even after cleaning up he must look like a mess, still pale and shaking. They probably think I'm crashing on something, he thought.He.