" I heard Miss Adams saying behind me. "Fora real girl like her, they take many years to grow. And your hormoneshots, sissy, they take years to grow t...at nice too. Isn't that ashame?" Keep stroking girl we wanna see that sissy clit do its last squirt,"said Sandra as she saw me slowing things down a bit.Miss Adams continued. "You know, sissy, it's not too late to back outand take the cage. Or, maybe you really do want to be smoothened. Maybeyou want to leave here with some pretty breasts to play. Bertram had early on in his years as gaoler realised that prisoners treated fairly and kept as happy as possible were less likely to do naughty things like attempting escape or hanging themsdelves in their cells, and that this, in turn reduced the amount of paperwork he had to fill out to account for missing or dead prisoners.For instance: Bertram made sure that his prisoners ate at least as well as he did himself, often enough serving them whatever he was having himself for that meal, which. "Kissing Cindy, Jim replied. "Of course you're too young." Turning and kissing Trina and hugging both girls close, he continued. "You girls are my pets now. You are my property and therefore my responsibility. I will use you as I see fit, but I will also take very good care of you. I am going to use a term for one last time that I have been avoiding. I want you to think about what we should do with your mother?"Jim then quietly kissed each girl again and left the Kennel. He wanted to let them. He did smile at me when we shook hands though.Grandfather McKesson. Andrew Jackson McKesson. 'Bull' McKesson.I had heard a lot of things about my Grandfather. One thing I absolutely knew, even before meeting him for the first time, before ever speaking on the phone even, was that his was a dynamic personality. Dad described him as 'an irresistible force'. In person, and clasping hands, I could see it easily. His eyes seemed to dance and their was fire behind them and energy in his voice. We.