We get up whenever we want to.”“If we’re going fishing,” remarked Evans, “we ought to be up by 7:30 and breakfasted and out an hour later. B...F at 8:30 and we can be on the water by nine or so.”“Yessir! Cap’n, Sir!” Willy responded. And we went off to bed.In the morning I spent $14 for a one-month fishing permit (as it was $7 for three days, this would cover the possibility of fishing again). Both Evans and Willy had long-term permits: three years for $85. Quite a bargain for the “recreational. “Why would you be scared?” “Well I did not know if you would like me or wanted to be my friend or not”. He continued, “I like your dolls I have many of my own” His name was Shawn (he lived a few streets over) I have seen him many times in the neighborhood and in school. He was a couple years behind me. He was always by himself and very meek and mild with a cute round fem face and slender body. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a “t’ shirt. “You have dolls” I asked, he looking down said. “Ava ... your lips ... Pater’s cock, that’s great.”“Mmm, Biaute’s perfect tits,” Ava moaned. “It’s so hot watching your cock emerge from these beautiful boobs.”“They are divine,” I said with a grin.“Yes!” Sven groaned, his face twisting with pleasure, his blond hair spilling about his hungry features. “I’m going to shower you both in cum.”“Ooh, do that,” I gasped, pumping my tits as hard as I could.“Yes, yes, yes,” Ava moaned, flicking her tongue again.Sven let out a low groan. Then his dick. Twelve hours now, cramped in the tiny cage, with her arms bound behind her. Without bothering to open the jaws, Donna pulled the alligator clips from Cheryl's nipples, leaving wickedly painful scrape marks. She then removed the ball gag that had been in Cheryl's mouth since the event began."Awwww... you have a booboo on your titties," she cooed condescendingly. "Let me fix them for you. Oh, go ahead and scream... I want to hear you." With that, Donna took out a small vial of liquid and quickly.