He went off to San Quentin to pay for his crime. Crystal did visit him & saw the horrible life he lived there. She devised a plan to help him escape &...they would flee to France, where he couldn’t be extradited. This enraged John. He couldn’t allow her to do such a terrible thing. John decided to lie & tell her that he didn’t love her anymore. It broke both of their hearts, but at least Crystal wouldn’t do anything stupid like getting him out of jail illegally. John decided to stay busy & he. Steve entered the room wearing a leather harness and chaps with his cock swinging side to side. I almost fainted due to Steve’s appearance, fucking hot. Mary told Steve she knew I would like it, turned to me and handed me yet another shot of tequila. After I downed the shot Mary ordered me to put the hood back on and announced round 2.I was moved to a sling and my ankles were secured high above my head. I felt two sets of hands rubbing my ass checks and exposed hole. The hands kept exploring. "Professor," Joan cautioned, "We are not your history students." I want to hear this," Guy said."Later, Guy," Joan said."Us talking animals get no respect," Guy the coyote muttered."You just like to hear Hank talk," Joan said."I like school," Guy remarked. "I like it better when Hank is teaching." You go to school?" Bill asked."Talking animals attend classes," Hank explained. "Their brains have been modified to process human speech. Part of that is being culturally literate. Just simple taking. Help me pick some more flowers, then you can buy me breakfast."The way she said it made it clear that she wouldn't accept 'no' for an answer. I followed her lithe form around the corner and out into the wildflower patch my mother had planted so many years before. I watched in wonder as the girl picked a bunch of flowers, her hair being whipped by the wind coming off the mountains. I could feel my cock hardening as her shapely body moved through the field. Turning to face me she brushed a lock.