I never say bummer."Your folks move here for a job? You'll like it once you get used to it." No, mom got married. And no, I don't think I'm going to l...ke it here." Sorry to hear that." That mom got married?" No, that you're not going to like it here." You should be sorry that my mom got married." Why, she marry a jerk? Or don't you want her to be happy?" Of course I want her to be happy! And Steve's an okay guy, I guess." Well, I guess, I don't see your problem." It's probably stupid, but. "Erika, with the butcher's knife, slit the pig's throat."Erika had a worried look on her face. "No! I don't want to kill the pig." Do it!"Erika kneeled down beside the four-legged animal and held the butcher's knife over its throat. Her little hands trembled. She obviously didn't want to kill the pig, but what choice did she have?The dagger came down on the pig's throat. The animal made a loud squealing noise as bright red blood gushed out from its neck and stained the carpet. The pig screamed. He kept my arms tied; he took his clothes off, his big thick cock at attention. All I wanted to do was touch it. He lay beside me and pulled the sheet over us. He turned the light off and went to sleep.The light from the window shone through the curtain; it woke me up. I looked over but he was not in bed. My arms were no longer tied. I wrapped the sheet around me and headed into the other room. He was in the kitchen making coffee. He poured me a cup and I sat down. He walked over and took the. "I forgot to grab a change of clothes. Didn't really want to put my work clothes back on." She said cutely as she scurried past him, towards her 'luggage' in the living room. Ollie watched as she walked past him. The towel covered most of her shapely bottom, but he saw a peek of cheeks as she stepped quick. Ollie shook his head and cleared his head enough to draw his attention away to go put on the kettle. The living room was out of sight now. After he turned the kettle on he heard, though the.