I knew that in Tad Gabriel’s eyes, I was similarly special, although the adults in the room might be expected to take my presence in their home with...somewhat less fanfare. After all, I didn’t have any Marty Coggins Hall of Fame postcards on me.Still, I was quickly made to feel at ease in their home, with Sarah showing me to their pleasant living room (parlor?) where both Tad and Peggy fussed over me, offering iced tea, cookies, and, if I wanted, some of the drugstore wine I had brought along. I. A rope was tied through a ring at the top of the bag, and the six caped women began to drag him to the place of his execution.Gregson writhed in terror in the sack, as he was jerked, stop start when hauled outside onto the soft dirt of the compound; his heart jumped and then raced, as unseen to him, a seventh caped woman joined and headed the slow procession. She beat a drum to a slow tempo, its resonating sound making any woman keen to see his disposal aware of the event. Smiling eager women. This iscorrect time to start my plan so I slowly said to my mom and mom I have oneproblem but that is not discuss with you because it was related to my sexualactivities”My mom was shocked and she didn’t spoke to me for few minutesbut after few minutes she again come to my room and said I am your mom so thereis no problem so you tel me what is your problem? I said “mom I have severepain on my penis for last two days so I said to one my friends and he took meto one daughter that daughter asked”. ” I held myself for more.His cock was tight in me and going deeper…then it hurt but it went still deeper. It hurt more and then the dog thrust into me. Tears came…it was hurting me, pain mixed with other feelings and too late to stop. But I didn’t want to stop now. “Hold him Phyl,” I said, “just for a little.” We were briefly a still life. I was throbbing, impaled on my doggy’s cock. He licked the back of my neck which was soothing. I felt his hot breath and relaxed. The pain eased..