Now there wasn’t a thing I could do.Just reading the titles of those two books and realizing they were about bestiality had turned me off. The thoug...t that in just a few minutes three filthy dog cocks would be buried in my body made me want to throw up. What could I do about it?There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. I started to cry. My eyes were filled with tears when my three four legged husbands were paraded in front of me by the three brothers and introduced.I didn’t bother to listen. Sure, I had done my share of “on your knees” duties but it was mostly with my complete accord and I did it mostly out of boredom at some dull and uninteresting duties that made one feel a bit lacking in excitement like an assignment that carried a certain amount of guilt and shame and that quick rush to the brain that signaled the tingle building between one’s legs.My new boss was a guy with a lot of academic honors after his name and that stooped over look of someone that had been loaded down. As she walked around some shelves, he walked slap bang into her. “Sorry Ma’am,” he blubbered, his face red with embarrassment. “I really should have been more careful.” “Dean,” she spoke gently, “call me Laura, please?” She inspected his face for embarrassment about ‘other things’ but there was none. It seemed obvious Dean was not aware that Laura knew all about their nocturnal pleasures. He seemed to relax a bit, but soon guilt spread to his features and Laura could not help but smile at. Then moving them back up, he starteduntying my hands.A little smile started trying to creep across my face,but not for long as he pulled my hands forward and tied them to my feet.Playing with me, teasing and tormenting me, touchingme. He was beginning to wind me up. I could feel myself throbbing withanticipation at every move he had.He began running the cord over my body, cutting itslightly into the crevices of my folded flesh as I sat there, watching hisevery move.Grabbing my face harshly he.