Then itadjusts your body so it fits the clothing." Sure it does," I said, taking another sip of the beer.I didn't believe him, but part of me wanted t.... I wasn't exactly a tinyfellow myself, and I certainly wasn't in the best health. I was balding 30year old with a bad knee, bad back, and 30 or 40 extra pounds floatingaround my midsection. The idea of effortlessly becoming the "perfect me"was far too good to be true.Maybe that's what led me to what I did next."Prove it," I said, reaching for. Lucretia watches all of this in silence, her human compassion drowned by her ambition.Diona leaves disturbed and horrified. She becomes but a shell of her former self and even lashes out at her friend, Naevia. Eventually she escapes but is recaptured and condemned to die in the arena. Batiatus has a chance to give her a pardon but decided that to do so would look weak and so she is dispatched with a sword to the neck.I could not help but wonder whether Diona, had she been more of a slut, might. Once home, all I wanted to do was play with Lady. Something that I never want to do. But today was different, after last night I needed to feel her tongue again. After a hour of play and I knew she was hunger, I grabbed the jar of peanut butter and headed to my room. Lady running behind me, hungry and ready for food. This time I stripped down and jumped on the bed, patting at it to let Lady know it is okay to jump on. Then I put the peanut butter all over my cock like the night nefore. Oh Lady. The men kept coming, fucking her as hard as they could. The audience kept yelling, “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her hard,” to urge them on.At some point they started putting two dicks in Laura's gaping, filled cunt, thrusting deep together like one giant dick and coming almost in unison with some great camera close ups. A couple of hours passed and someone remarked that this was one tough slut. Men were taking bets on when she couldn't keep her legs up anymore and men cheered every time her.