The woman was dimly aware of a baying and howling from the forest, the sounds of a pack of hunting dogs closing in on their quarry, but it never dawne... on her just what that juicy quarry might be, nor that the hounds might be stabbing with their pricks instead of ripping with their jaws--as her own jaw dropped open wider and wider.For a terrible moment, Valerie was afraid that the donkey's cock was too big to fit in her mouth. She whimpered in frustration. She thought that she might have to. ." See that old lady over there?" he pointed at her. "I'll let you coverthe bet by agreeing to get breasts as big as hers if you lose. But youhave to keep them for a minimum of three years."I looked over at the woman, saw his girlfriend walk over and starttalking to her, then come back to the table."She wears a double D cup bra." You agree to get double D boobs, and keep them for three years fromthe time you get them, if you lose. That's the bet."Now, I was holding three of a kind, which is a. Her ass wiggled under my hands as she shifted, lowering her position and angling my entry to brush her g spot. When I hit it she moaned and I stayed at that angle, focusing my strokes to bring her the pleasure she wanted, thrills coursing through me as my mind reacted to her wanton offering. ‘Fuck, I own your cunt, Liz, fuck. You make me so fucking hard!’ I snarled. Involuntarily I increased my pace, my body reacting to its own demands, despite my desire to make this moment last. Driven by her. Evwy where that Mawy wenth the widdle wamb wouldgo.The alarm went off at six o'clock. He was still asleep. I made myself acup of strong black coffee to make up for over-celebrating with the wine.When I checked again, he was just waking up. I picked up his pacifier."Open." He was still half asleep. "Good sissies do what their mummytells them or they get punished." I put down the pacifier and picked upthe red syringe. "Open." He started to cry. "Sissies do what theirmummy tells them. .