The prisoner was not a man, although it had a face something like a man. It was not an animal either, although it had horns and hooves and hair in all...places. It was a kind of blasphemous man-goat, bestial and ugly, and even the ever-compassionate Saint Nicholas flinched at the sight of it. The heaviest chains forged in all four corners of the world bound it from head to hoof.They looked at each other in silence for a moment as snow drifted into the cell, blown this way and that by the north. Holy shit! he thinks to himself as he makes his way back outside, his pecker throbbing in his shorts. Gotta finish her front lawn and then two more to work on after that and no time to whack off! “I’m really glad you’re doing this! My husband, Bruce, is away on business, and it’s good to have somebody take care of this for me,” Allison assures J.J. as they chat in her living room before he starts working on her lawn. Allison is 24, with long, light brown hair. She is still dressed in her work. Usne ne bhi apni speed badhayi. MEri gaand ab tak bahot tap chuki thi aur usase jada uska lauda. Maine use uksaya “Kya bas unglise hi karoge? Tumhara lauda in ungliyo se jal kar kitna tap gaya hai… use bhi to karne do”.Woh utha usne mere pair khinche aur muze us mitti main ulta hi lita diya. mera lauda bhi bahot garam ho chuka tha…aur niche ki thandi mitti se wo jada hi badha ho gaya… usne ab muzpe koi rahem nahi kahaya aur uska lauda zat se meri gaand main ghusa diya. Main chillay lekin usne. "He tapped her plump bottom a couple of times lightly and then lifted the cane and swept it down hard across her bottom.At first she just gasped and then she howled. It was like a thin bar of hot iron had just been laid across her ass. It was MUCH worse than anything that had been done to her before. It really hurt. She struggled but the ropes held her tight. She didn't know how much of this she could take. Tears sprang to her eyes. It felt like she was being cut in two. Paul saw a red weal.