I smiled and said "No I haven't!" as I dropped the photos of her and butch in her lap. Her face lost all color and she had nothing to say. I told her ...hat if she didn't do as I said I would send then to her mom and kick her out. That was it, she was mine now and I knew it. "So how long have you been butch's bitch?" I asked. For the past two yrs she told me, it happened that new years eve when we went out partying and she was so drunk that she spent the night in the bathroom. I had been called. " Gillian thanked us for our time and told us not to worry, the police would get the two men nonetheless. She led us out and as we passed the duty desk, I noticed that a copy of the drawings of the men had been affixed to a notice board. Underneath the drawings was a brief description and some of the details of the crime they'd committed. I stood and stared at the pictures, Lena huddled beside me and I felt her shudder as she gazed in to the face of the man who'd raped her. Lena turned to. That I knew was my invitation and she felt the sting of the leather as it bit into her rapidly and with increasing force. Her juices flowed forming a damp patch on the sheet. My erection stiffened more.I had an overwhelming desire to take her, to force myself in her - although she was obviously so wet, so naturally lubricated, that "forcing" would be the wrong word. My cock would have slipped in too easily. I turned her over, so that she was now kneeling on the floor, face down on the. And have you ever heard of eating the testicles of animals to gain their virility?”“Are we talking Rocky Mountain Oysters? Is that an appetizer here?”John smiled and shook his head no. “Not that I know of. Ever hear of a BullShot?”“No, but sex is involved in some way, yes?”“A BullShot is a drink made with vodka, beef bouillon, and a dash of Worcestershire sauce. Let me tell you how I learned about it.“I was one of three men invited to party with three wealthy older women… maybe six years ago..