It probably wouldn't help a gun shot, but an open wound to the psyche did help to scar over, at least for me it did.Day two started at 6 AM. After fiv... hours sleep I had to be moving. It was part of being connected to reality. It also helped me to keep the Country Store warm. After six hours the embers in the firebox were still glowing. It was easy to build a fire again just by adding some small split pieces of Carlos scrap then a couple of split logs.I always turned the gas fire ring on medium. Mistress picked out a trail for us to ride, and said we would be going on a 5 mile trip through San Francisco.The bikes actually moved up and down and peddling got harder and easier as we went up and down hill giving a very realistic feeling of actually being on the road we were traveling.The first 2 miles weren't so bad, but as we went higher into the hills it became much harder to peddle and the dildo moving in and out of my ass was really making my ass sore.We finally finished the bike ride. He was a big dog and had a penis to match that filled her up quite nicely. He began to rapidly drive it in and pull it out and her pussy was already sensitive because of his tongue and he soon had her cunt singing "Oh god King ,” She moaned. The dog was like a machine, he was pounding it into her faster that you can imagine. His big furry balls were slapping against her with each thrust. After another five minutes She had another still very satisfying orgasm. All the good boys we're cheering. . Jaldi daal do.. Mai tadap rahi hoon.. And enter my lund in her choot ohhhh god ahhhh hmmm ..aaahhh mar gayiii.. Bas.ab nahi… but i was in no mood to listen. Put a hand on her mouth and pulled back my lund and pushed very hard. Her choot was very wet and in this jerk all my lund buried in her virgin choot. I saw tears in her eyes. But no mercy.. I kissed her and then after few min i started fucking her. She was really a virgin gal by that time .and after some time and some pressure i got.