Afterward, she found herself locked in the backyard, never allowed in after a couple messes and one shredded pillow.Her human family visited her less ...nd less, then only for food and water, and gradually even that came to a stop.Jerry abandoned independent living, and tried to fill his emptiness by volunteering for several organizations. When they failed to help him feel better about himself for his work, he would move to a different one; eventually, he stumbled into a canine rescue group.This. Mom and I were both starting to sweat, and her hot, misty thighs began tugging at my shorts as they moved with each bump.My cock grew with each gyration. Worse, I realized I had forgotten to tie the waist of my shorts this morning; my cock head began to protrude from the top of my shorts, ever more as it grew and mom's movements pulled down my shorts.After one more bounce mom stood up, pushed my knees apart and sat down firmly on the top of my groin. That time we both froze, as she undoubtedly. Epithets began almost immediately. I couldn't directly see his face but could sense his insults were spewing from a sneering face. I began to panic with the realization that I had no idea of who that guy really was, let alone what he was capable of doing with me. I was trapped in the spider's web I'd willingly walked into and given him absolute control. I began to fear the consequences.He stepped in front of me and patted me on my head. "So you want some experience but need a 'nudge', huh?" I. ”She picked up the riding crop again. He winced in anticipation, but then he felt the leather sliding up between his legs, and rubbing his balls. His breath caught. Then the end of the crop slid between his asscheeks and tickled his asshole. He froze. He felt the crop withdraw, and then the other end rubbed against him. “How do you like being on the receiving end, Slave?” he heard his wife whisper. He’d sometimes fleetingly wondered how it would feel, but he knew Beth would never be able.