By the time he reached "Miserable," Holly had had enough. Bright, bloody, and painful

stripes covered her ass. She bent down and took the red, ugly dog-penis in her mouth and sucked

it miserably. Smith watched with pleasure at the animal's member grew to a twisted, six-inch-

long, glistening spike, a thick knot forming at its base. The dog stood stock-still sexy naked nurses, not quite

comprehending this novel, unexpected pleasure. Although Smith would have liked for Holly to

end up with a mouthful of German shepherd spunk, he had other plans, and after a couple minutes

of canine fellatio he again grabbed Holly by her ponytail.

"Turn around," he ordered. As Holly weakly obeyed, she suddenly retched, producing a

hot fountain of vomit as though to purge herself of the humiliation she'd just endured. Oh, no you

don't, thought Smith.