She was face down on the bed, her arms held a pillow under her neck and lower jaw. Her beautiful face was facing sideways, resting on the pillow. Her ...reasts were pressed against her and were squeezed outward creating the most stunning side boob. Her smooth, bare back arched naturally leading to her trim waistline. Then, her shapely, thick ass jutted upward with her legs slightly parted. She placed her hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them further apart to reveal her clean, puckered shit. Sobs now came from its bobbing form, splashes as it tried to stay afloat in the black water. It would tire, soon. Tire. Go silent. Sink.Would he feed before then?He glided forward in the water, faint ripples proceeding him. The creature, faint as it was in the darkness, appeared to be about his size, maybe smaller. Of similar shape. A head, shoulders, arms grabbing a floating hunk of wood. It had hair on its head, long, wet. As he watched, one of its hands left the log, pushing strands of hair. "He is also providing a tunnel to all the other pastures too. He is only asking that we keep all our mechanical movement underground as much as possible. When he's done you'll be able to transport hay and feed underground."It will be easier for the ones doing the feeding and it will keep from leaving wheel tracks visible from outside," she said, and I could tell she was proud of herself.Hell, as far as that went I was proud of her too. If the work Sigfried did was up to his normal standards we. “Well, the piece of paper said ‘severe whipping’, so I choose the heaviest one”. He raised the whip, left it suspended in the air for what seemed like an eternity, and then brought it down between Ibby’s spread legs. He then sped up, really laying into her, each lash sounding like a pistol shot. After eighteen lashes, Ibby was close to losing consciousness and her pussy was a mess – not only was it crisscrossed with red and blue stripes, blood was flowing freely from numerous cuts. Mr. Barton.