“Per our agreement, you were fucked and bred by 30 cocks, hundreds of times. Should I count each cunt I fuck and breed? Or should I count each fuck....You decide.”Jess looked pissed. This was not going her way at all, and not ending anytime soon.“I guess counting cunts makes sense. It’ll make this end sooner, I think.” Her comment shed more light into her dalliances than she knew. I had assumed hundreds of fucks and breedings. Now I’m beginning to think it may be more, thousands, perhaps.“As long. She had some trouble getting my penis into the cage as I wasgetting thoroughly excited by the whole setting. But alas, she managedfine with some effort. She squeezed it in, put the lock in place, and aclick full of anticipation announced the start of our new adventure.The next day was fairly uneventful. I've been trying out the cage onmyself a couple of times before. Just a couple of hours here and there.So wearing the cage during the day wasn't something all that new. It didfeel very. "I was out of the country visiting relatives when the media were dealing with that particular story." They were very unlucky," I told her, "They made the attempt just as we had finished culling deer and both my head gamekeeper and I were armed with shotguns. There was also the fact that just the week before thieves had stolen valuable machinery from one of our tenant farmers and we had decided to beef up security on the estate and it was being patrolled by two ex SAS men. They spotted their car. He was willing to take on some young raw recruits if they were mean enough and some prime pussy it they were pretty enough, but other than that, they planned to "take no prisoners".By this time, Desmond and the others had no sense of what day of the week it was and didn't care. They knew it was moving from winter into spring but time had no importance and geography was meaningless. He was only concerned about finding good sources of new loot and new members and not getting boxed into a trap.