Mister, I'm a doctor. Let me look at yer arm. We need ta clean the wound soz it won't get infected. It could kill ya ifen it ain't treated properly."J...ne went to the place where the buckboard had collapsed and returned with a doctor's little black bag. "Is this what ya need?" Yes, thank you. Please he'p me git this man's shirt off soz I can clean an' treat the wound." Ed's arm hurt so much by then that they wound up cutting the sleeve off and leaving the rest of his shirt still on his back. The. Princess pins my nipple using her hands while Pumpkins holds my nose shut. I open my mouth and scream. They put the ring-gag in and tie it in place. I feel totally explored. They can see my teeth and my tongue powerlessly move around my opened mouth.?You seen to have busy tongue syndrome.? Pumpkin say.To add to my humiliation, Princess clips a clothes pin on my tongue. I cannot close my mouth and I can only make sounds like animal. To make me feel more like animal, Pumpkin collars me with a. This guy plops his fat butt down at my table. Dressed in a suit and tie, Coke-bottle glasses, missing half his hair. Older. Old enough to be my father. Geez, must be one of those prof types from the college. Ultra-nerd. Freaky. What's he doing here? Must have got lost.He felt totally out of place. He was out of place. What was he doing here anyhow? Sweating and feeling uncomfortable, that was what he was doing here. Get up and leave? Not yet, damn it.The poetry. Remember the poetry. Why? Maybe. He was so incredibly hard for her. The ridges and veins of his cock raged with impatience, and he dripped an unending string of syrupy precum.I'm not sure what Linda saw when she looked at me then. It was something between me living a longtime fantasy, and preparing to run screaming into the night, I suppose. It's not quite what I felt, but I could see how she might have taken it for that. She rose from the sofa and asked carefully if Michael could stay.I tried the best I could to look over at.