. just how I like ‘em.Roy followed a couple of guys who were following me. Words were spoken ... Roy did a number on heads and Artie called the sher...ff.The sheriff knew Art had surveillance at the springs and color cameras don’t lie. I guess they spent the night in the slammer ... and Art banned them for a month.Bigots ... hate ‘em. I guess that makes me a bigot. They have a right ... I suppose I do too.Roy was up early Friday, made coffee and headed for Three Forks. I suppose he was going to. I let Lucy out for our time together and we were at it for almost an hour, but this time she was particularly rambunctious. She knocked me over and sat on me and rubbed herself on me until I was sure there wasn't a part of me that she hadn't rubbed. I don't know about other bitches but Lucy seems to discharge some sort of body fluid during her period in heat. So by the time we were finished our romp I had been smeared all over with her secretions.I put Lucy back in the house and closed her in,. Trish could too. “Is little fag-boy going to cum while getting his assfucked? No… not yet.” And suddenly her hand had movedaway. I groaned. Desperate for her to stroke me. “Please,” I begged.“Not until you tell me. Tell me you’re my bitch.”“I’m your bitch,” I whispered. I didn’t care anymore. “Not loud enough. I want the neighbors to know that youare my cock sucking, faggot, sissy, little bitch boy.NOW!” With. The globes of her ass were very inviting and I slid my cock between her legs, smearing some of her honey on the crown of my dick. Grabbing her cheeks with both hands, she spread herself open, her brown pucker winking at me. Tentatively, I pressed forward, watching as my cockhead kissed her asshole. It held for a moment before opening and letting my stiffness invade her nether regions. My God, Dot! I’ve never felt anything like it! So hot! So tight! So deliciously naughty! I watched closely as.