my bowels were made for the kind of shapeshifting meat spigot that Man had... & my throat, too, & when He did me that way, one after the other, over & over, again & again, i forgot my own name & my internal waves of orgasmic delirium just had nothing at all to do with my prick : as for such normal brief phallic spurtings, well... no comparison to being Had those infernal/internal ecstatic Ways that deep-delving Man had me as furiously & as tirelessly as He did !