“Just for the start okay?” What choice did I have!It rained hard, stream after stream of fresh hot male urine was aimed at my prone body on the fl...or! Keeping my head tilted kept my airway almost free of piss!Something was reeled in and latched to the floor as I was helped up and bent onto a soft padded bench, my ankles fitted into tight cuffs and my chin resting in a brace of some sort. My hands were pulled down and fitted into their own cuffs near the floor.My hood was pulled out and cut so. Mein ab usko bola, chal aja mein aj pahele teri gand marunga aur akhir mein teri bur chodkar usmein mere birya nikalunga’. Manasi gand ki baat sunkar uski halat kampne lagi. O mere pas akar boli ,plz gand mein jo jalan ho rahi hei usme ab ap chodenge tou mein mar jaungi.Mein bur mein pahele prahar li thi taki chudwane bakt mujhe kam se kam dard ho.Plz mujhe aur torture mat karo.Meri bur ko chodo.Plz. Mein bola, ja ja sali ek condom la kar mere lund ko pahena de.Gand tou mein pahele hi chodunga.. She stood outside for a few seconds and tried to catch her breath. During her frantic pursuit she had realized that it had started to rain. Her clothes clung tightly to her body as she leaned against the branch of an old oak that they used to pretend was a horse as kids. She listened carefully and could hear soft sobs coming from inside the cave and knew she had been right about where her sister would go. Bree took one long deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and went inside...Trina sat in. The princes were secure with this turn of events and even ceased arguing for a while until they heard the sound of tapping.Tap, tap, tap. Went the woodpecker. Tap, tap, tappity, tap tap. On it went for quite some time.Finally the woodpecker returned with a smug, satisfied smile.“Well” asked the princes, “Is the young sapling a Son of a Birch or a Son of a Beech?”“Gentlemen, the sapling is neither the Son of a Birch nor a Son of a Beech.” the woodpecker replied. “For the sapling is a female tree.