My best friend lives next door; her name isLana Lang. She's a cute, sassy redhead, and her father's a famousexplorer. Lana and I spent a lot of time ...ogether hanging out at thesoda shop, the library or at each other's houses, studying, listening tomusic, or cooking, baking and sewing. We work on a lot of sewingprojects together; after all, we're in charge of the end-of-year fashionshow the school's sewing class will be presenting. The whir of a sewingmachine has become one of my favorite. I explained that he was gone on business for the month. Jason then wondered if I needed help with the grass. The yard did need tending; my husband was not able to get to it before he had left. I looked at Jason and, in my best little girl flirtatious voice, said, "Oh could you? That would be wonderful." When we agreed upon a price, he said he would get it taken care of in a day or two. Jason must of have gotten off early from work the next day. I heard the lawn mower and went to the window. Beth and the girls expected to be raped then. However, to their surprise, they were blindfolded and put in a large van. The van took them to what seemed to be a farm in the hills. There the mother and daughters were pushed into the compound. Then the gate was closed tight behind them. Several of the posts holding the fence up had small video cameras on them. The cameras covered the compound with double overlap so none of the action was missed. They were given food and water and allowed time to. I attacked the dogfood voraciously, partly because I was hungry and partly because I knew thatthat was the way dogs eat. My initial revulsion soon disappeared as I realisedthat the disgust was all in the mind. The food itself was tasty and meaty.Obviously I had pleased him because he patted my head and said, "Gooddog." When I had finished eating, he produced a butt plug to which wasattached a long hairy tail and he shoved this up my ass, strapping it in placeand locking it. He then instructed.