He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily contr...l him. Restrain him. Of course, he didn't come right out and ask for my help. He hardly ever does. But I always know what he wants.Chris was sitting on top of one of my old blankets, on my couch. The white, mental hospital issue straitjacket kept his hands safely away from his dick, which was completely exposed. I looked down at the pathetic. Shit, some way, I’m going to have to prepare a place for a big garden. I have shovels and digging forks, at least the heads, but I’ll have to make handles for everything. But what about carrots and tomatoes? How do I save their seeds – if they even have any?A quick check on the computer and he sat back. Biennial. Carrots are fucking biennial, whatever that means. Back to the vegetable dictionary, and after that he read an article on saving carrot seeds. “Carrots grow their greenery and long. I flipped Catherine onto her stomach, Catherine now knew her ordeal was far from over. Moving onto the blanket behind her, I grabbed her coat and blouse pulling them off, unclasped her bra, and pulled her skirt and panties down. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees so her head hung down, my strong hands sliding between her legs, Catherine resisted for an instant, the instant it took for me to slap her ass hard and just say two words "Open them." Catherine shuffled to comply,. "Try me! Bob here hates you, so you can try me if you want! Now the two of you, sit down on the ground – DO IT!"Gerard made to move toward her, and Bob bared his teeth and pulled hard at Angela's grip on his collar. Gerard immediately joined the other man on the ground.In the meantime, the two men who had been working on the cages had been alerted and were approaching."Stay there!" shouted Angela.They stopped, seeing the dog and the shotgun."OK," she shouted, "I've got one dog, and two barrels..