I'll do the dog thing any way you want it done. It won't work, but that won't be my fault. Let me get Mom my way. I now know chicks, and I know my mom... I know both better than you. And stop coming in my pussy. I'm tired of the fucking abortions." I am too. This next one, you'll carry to term." Oh God!" My capstone picture will be you being mounted by Skipper in your ninth month." You said these were the last two series." They are. This will just be one picture worth a thousand words."Brenda. You look amazing!’ Karen had succeeded in pulling Rainey to the edge of the dance floor but Rainey dug in her heels just short of being swallowed up by the swaying crowd. ‘Wait,’ she said, removing her hand from Karen’s. ‘What’s wrong?’ Rainey could see the concern in her friend’s eyes and felt guilty over it. All Karen wanted to do was have fun but she was ruining her night for her. ‘Nothing, I just…’ she trailed off lamely. She looked at Karen, black-haired, blue-eyed, tiny-waisted Karen,. "If you girls want to know what real pain is, you have to have balls and sample what it feels like to be hit in them. Now THAT'S pain. I can squeeze my nipples and it doesn't do a thing to me," Jess said. "God, I wish you could be pregnant and feel the things I do. There's no way a guy can really understand what all a girl goes through. So just keep your big mouth shut and your hands off our bodies or you might get hit in your balls by one of us wimps," Amber yelled. Jess stomped out of. ." I said.I felt metal, and then a ratchety sound, and realized with a panic that my arms had been handcuffed behind me."But, Janice! You don't need to..." Shhh!" She silenced me with a finger on my lips. "This is just to keep you out of trouble while I'm getting changed. I'll let you free in just a bit."Janice bent down to stroke my breasts and penis (now trapped under four layers of fabric and a condom) and went to her walk-in closet, leaving me, kneeling, on the 'beck and call pillow',.