There in front of everyone, I was fucked by the dog and took its knot, stuck in my pussy for like half an hour. After I was told that they had b...en selling me to guys... (predictable I knew that was the case from what I had overheard, and I guess I just knew going to happen)... i was told that i made them a lot of money that weekend, as a whore for them. they sold me for a $200 each, and told them all i was new to being a whore, so if I was not putting out it was okay to tear me up.. “You think I need that video? I know where you live now! I’ll tell everyone on the block that you have a dick!”Ignoring her, I grabbed a pen from my kitchen counter. I wrote the numbers right on my wall, well up out of her reach. It was mostly performance art for my little guest’s sake. I have a good head for numbers. Both were indelibly committed to memory.“What the hell are you doing, bitch?”“That’s detective bitch, to you.”What?” She froze, a look of uncertainty on her face. “What did you. Along with the sound of birds and dogs, I realized after a moment, I could hear laughter – little kid's laughing, actually. "Well, good then," I said to no one in particular. "At least I'm not completely off in the wilderness somewhere."Unzipping the sleeping bag was much easier than it had been the night before. I slid out of the bag and sat cross-legged on it and reached for the cargo bag. It was at this point that some things finally occurred to me. I was Harold Lee Scoville. I was 93 years. She started to run her fingers through my chest hairs and gently pulling on the hair on my chest and then she did something that really got the little soldier to stand at attention. She kissed my nipple very lightly then leaned over to kiss the other lingering a bit longer. Joann pulled away from me looking intently into my eyes when I asked her if I could do the same to her. She answered by telling me she would like that very much, but to be slow and gentle since this was her first time. I.