It was her favorite day of the week. Time for coffee she thought, puttering about the house in her comfy but almost tattered pink robe that had a smal... hole in one pocket, and the terrycloth looked worn out and matted, much like a teddy bear that had seen one too many days in a child’s life. She opened the front door and picked up the Sunday paper that was thrown near the front walkway. Of course the plastic was wet, since it seemed the delivery kid always missed the mark and tossed it directly. ..well, you know the style. She in turn whipped me for an hour with a bull whip then left me hanging for another hour. This year, well today, our friendly tattooist cum piercer a 6 ft giant with tattoos on his face and I suspect body, sat here waiting to do his worse to me, he was aware of our Birthday system and was to stay overnight. Her postcard said that today she wants to cuckold me with this giant and I am to clean up afterwards for her and him. In return my envelope say`s I am to. "You should know when I gave it to them, I ordered they do their best to insure that if it were ever pulled from its column, that millions of tons of stone would fall on the spot."McAllister nodded. "I expected nothing less, to be honest. From a straightforward task, this has become ... less so."Carus smiled at the understatement. "What will you do with the horn?"Pursing his lips, McAllister considered. "I can't leave it here. It will take time for the population here to rebuild, and I'd expect. As I pulled up and saw the lorry markings he told me to look out for, I started to feel relieved.This must mean he’s real? Right?As agreed, I parked in front and facing the lorry, and I adjusted my hair and makeup in the mirror before I got out the car.Just as he had told me to, I slowly made my way over to the lorry.In my highest heels, my shortest dress, my seamed stockings…. The sound of my heels echoed against the road as I approached the lorry cab door.I could feel my thong getting wet.