It was a long day with a box lunch and a soda as the only break.After half a day of being herded from one room to the next with a group of naked guys...and being poked and prodded, I’d had enough and was weary of the process.I can distinctly remember taking the test that changed my eighteen-year-old life – the color blindness test. The Army Sargent administering the test showed me a series of circles with different colored dots. You were supposed to see different numbers depending on which color. "The first bite of the whip scattered the sweet glow of her orgasm. It seared through her skin, flashing like a shooting star across her mind. A riot of comets followed as the crop kept mercilessly punishing her flesh. It was pain all right, pure and cruel pain. But it also seemed to be a forest of barbed exclamation marks, intended to define a newfound identity.The physical pain made her cry out. There was no way to avoid the flood of tears. But starting with the first blow she knew things. “That is a good boy! Now assume your first position.” Bev said and Berry knelt on the floor while Bev and Jerome began to kiss and caress each other’s bodies while removing their clothes.Then Bev knelt by Berry while Jerome stood in front of her. She stroked his cock and occasionally acted as if she was going to rub the monster black cock on her humiliated husband’s face. Then Bev began to suck the cock. Her eyes burned with passion as she slid her red lips up and down the shaft. “Fuck you wife. The pig head itself would require most of its facial bones being broken and reset into a long, extruded snout. at the same time the pig's ears were pressed thin, crushing the grizzle and new man made material was sewn onto the ears. fully shaped, floppy pigs ears, including an ear tag that was pierced and snapped into one of the pig's ears. numbered 957 on the tag, no human words or names, just a number...957. it's snout would bear a remarkable likeness to that of any farm pig, with big air.