I called the dog over to me as he wagged his tail. I opened my door and coaxed him inside where I went to call the neighbor to tell them he was loose....The phone rang and the answering machine picked up as there was no answer and I left a message that I had him at my house.I looked at his cock sheath and could tell he had a nice cock on him as I took him into the kitchen to find him something to drink. As I put the water in a dish, I took a hotdog from the fridge and fed it to him. He was hungry. ‘He graduated the same time as me, with a degree in business. He was sweet and loving, but he also loved to drink and party, a lot. He went through stages when he was wasted, first he would be funny, and the kind of guy you want to be around, the life of the party. But by the time the party was over and it was just him and I cleaning up, he was an angry, resentful drunk. Well I could never tell when the transition happened and one too many sarcastic comments, well let’s say he snapped fast. The. As if by some mutual agenda he opened the playroom door, had her stand under the lift, secured her wrists to the lift, and pulling the slack from the rope securing it before kissing her, saying good night, switching out the light and closing the door. Retiring to his bed. He collected the next of the remaining albums and laid comfortably in the soft glow of the bedside light, began to peruse the pictures. He had selected album marked ‘R’. For her stood in darkness, arms secure above her head,. I saw myself in my room with the traditional pam leaf written with mantras scattered all around the room the lamp lit at night was burned out and the tantric powder pic is destroyed.it all started on my last visit to my grandpa’s house the house is a old thatched one with so manyRooms it was ones a house of joined family me is the last decent of that tantric bloods it was my child hood hobby to explore the old pam scripts and explore the tantric ally locked rooms suppose to be keeping mantes.