“OK” I whispered loud enough for all to hear, “BUT I get to pick the order, Smallest to the biggest, You're Last. Tim, Juan, Jer, Levon then you...��“I don't think”--- he started“I've had all of you in my mouth I think I know best who's biggest”, After saying that, I noticed That I was hard as a rock. I'd noticed , when I was giving the Bjs I would start getting hardThe lights went out, Tim came over, with a tent on his front, Dick went back to his bunkI spread a towel on my bunk, greased Tim up. She was going shopping for a couple of hours, and she let me and Poppy off to commune with nature. I didn't mind, really. I loved being amidst the woods and fields, and I knew my daughter's dog loved it as well. We weren't long down the trail when I first spotted the young girl walking towards me. Even at a distance, I could see that she was wearing the local school girl's uniform of a white blouse, green and blue plaid skirt, white knee socks and black and white saddle shoes. It was late. That only encourages us to beg for more. And slaves shouldn’t have human food anyway. After all, we’re not dogs. And always make sure that any other animals in the house get fed before the slaves, because, it’s only right that we wait for the more important pets (giggle). We mainly eat slave chow, which consists of the meat rejected from the dog food companies. Our food is designed to encourage us to eat a balanced diet of cum and piss. Some of our richer owners spoil us with canned food, which. She said, "Hun, you are so cute.And save your friend in your shorts for later." Robert stepped out stillhard and she drove off. The older woman two doors down saw and shook herhead at him as he walked into the house.Trisha kept Robert busy with house and yardwork when he was not working.Trisha was a rising star at her organization so she worked until 6 or 7most nights. Robert was home by 4:30 every day and had to learn to cooksupper. Most mornings Robert ran, wearing Trisha's outfits, though.