Tomorrow we can leave early and find it at least before dark. It is Saturday tomorrow, but there shouldn’t be too much traffic.” I explained my th...nking as to why I didn’t rush right out looking for it. The truth was I didn’t care if the sawmill owner had it towed away. I had already said goodbye to Lorrie in my mind.During the evening of that black Friday, I could tell Lucy was concerned about something. “What’s wrong Lucy. Do you want to talk about it.”“Not really, I just don’t think we can. .. horrible, bestial things... ," she paused again, " ... but eventually you'll end up back here. Where the guards do want they want with you."The prospect of ending up chained to a wall as an Arab sex machine appalled Hilary. In a burst of frightened, righteous energy she pulled at the chain linking her manacle to the wall. Grunting with exertion Hilary tugged and tugged. And it didn't move a millimetre.Utterly exasperated Hilary gave up her struggling, slumping back down onto the dusty floor,. The Princess watched, unblinking…and then she shook her head, once to one side, once to the other. "No,” was all she said.The Queen frowned. Then she came face-to-face with the younger woman, peering into her eyes, looking for her reflection there but not finding it."So cold, my daughter?" said the Queen. "A heart of ice, to match your skin so white?" My heart is my own," said the Princess.The Queen's brow darkened. "So it is."She put her robe back on, then knelt over her desk for a moment.. Timothy stood rooted on the spot. He looked at the drunken woman's big, wet pussy, and the puddle of dog cum that had formed on the floor beneath it. He vaguely heard Cindy's voice, and distractedly mumbled back: "Yeah, so sorry".Then, he knelt down, pushed the woman onto her back and sank his erection into the wet snatch. As if in trance, he thrust himself deep into the smelly woman. With every stroke, his heavy scrotum slapped hard against the woman's pale white butt, and a loud sloshy sound.