He pulled out and my body bucked up, wanting him back inside. He pushed in with more force causing me to moan loudly. He went like this, a slow steady...rhythm until animalistic lust took over and soon was pounding me with everything he could. I whimpered and moaned the pleasure too much for my body. He growled, stopping momentarily, before he flipped me onto my hands and knees. He pushed back in, making my body move forward a little. He gripped my hair and started to pound me. He was hitting. He, Betty, and Carol would look at them and decide what to do with them. They would send an equal amount of the horses to fill out for the ones he was taking. Billy and Ricky were both looking askew at Dad. "Why are you going to give that job to Carol?" Rick asked. Dad looked over at him with a smile. Because." he answered, "She is the best judge of horseflesh you'll find in a long while. Believe it, or not, she's even better than Betty. Betty will tell you faster than anybody. That girl's a. .... Her mother handed me the yard stick she had been using and told me if I didn't use it on her she would use it on my balls. she didn't have to ask twice. This young girl was was in pain already and I didn't want to make it worse but her psycho mom was standing right behind me. she pulled down my pants and underwere and squeezed my balls untill I wasready to cry. Yes I'll do what you tell me to do. I took the yard stick and begain beating her young cunt with the tool I was given. at the. A doctor. A philosopher. An outlaw. A slave. A hunter. A herdsman. You name it, I’ve done it. Above all else, I’ve loved life. And there have been women and men whom I have loved. Yes, I am bisexual. Once, it was taboo where I come from but why hide it in this day and age? I haven’t always been a hero. I was just content to live my life and continue my endless search for meaning. I remembered a time when genetic mutants were extremely rare. Nowadays, they’re pretty common, though everyday.