Instead, each dog’s emissions were stored and used in various ways as yet another means of disciplining and dehumanising the dog-slaves in their car.... In this case the reservoir of 702’s dildo gag had been filled with it and it had gradually oozed out into her mouth over the time she had been secured. Sam, glimpsed the result as 702’s head swung down when he released it; a milky, slimy mess swimming over her writhing tongue before she bent forward against the leash and it ran out onto the floor. I used the shovel to clear snow away from in front, the back side of my shelter was fairly clear because it was under the big Fir trees. The forest was thick, and offered protection, so I gathered as much wood as I could. I even reached up and snapped dead branches from the trees, knowing they would burn. My pile of wood grew quite a bit. Several days went by, I ran out of the fish and started in on my canned goods. I was down to enough coffee for just a couple of pots, I made just a cup or two. He looked very angry and I got a bit scared. He opened my door and shouted at me, ordering to get out of my car.I saw his front bumper had a tiny paint scratch; but the black guy insisted we would fill the insurance papers. He called me a stupid cow and he finally dragged me inside of his house.He claimed I should be more careful during driving.I just excused myself, saying his car was dark and I had not seen it.He then said I should pay by hitting a real man’s car. And now he would show me how. And almost fell on his butt when he bumped into Craig. Craig had stopped and was looking into a store to the right."Watch it, jackoff," he snarled.Then he saw what Craig was looking at. In the Victoria's Secret store Sarah Little, a high school freshman, was looking intently at a rack of thongs. To say the least, Sarah was beautiful. She easily looked two years older than she was. Even to Brad, who was not really looking at girls like that yet, she was gorgeous. And to Brad, Craig's enraptured.