The Pig hung his head with humiliation."I don't want anyone to think I have anything to do with you, you piece of faggot shit. So you walk three steps...in front of me and don't talk to me." Thousands of people saw him. Gay guys whistled and some made offers, straight teenage boys mocked and made fun of him. Older people clicked their teeth and shook their heads. k**s giggled and pointed a this huge dick lump. Young girls blushed and imagined that humongous prick in their wet teen pussies.I. He fondled her left breast, digging inside the torn blouse to squeeze it, pushing the shreds aside with his wrist. He switched leash hands and fondled the other. Somer held the leash in his teeth. There were still a few buttons fastened near her waist. He grabbed the panels and torn down and aside completely exposing her bobbing boobs. The tattered fabric draped the outsides of her globes. Hands tied behind, she offered no resistance, and probably wouldn’t have anyway. This was Somer’s ‘scene’,. And it follows, as night doth the day, that trunks not securely attached to the ground cease supporting the life above them and become logs or firewood. As realtors are always quick to remind us, location is everything. The instigator of this crisis, Buford the beagle, is currently out of harm’s way. However, the heads of Ernie and Angie are positioned mere inches from a very thick, very hard, very immovable tree trunk. To be precise, it is the trunk of an otherwise unoffending (Pinus taeda),. "Bring her in here, we have a change in plans" and the guards pushed Courtney in a small room. Courtney gasped in fear, the room seemed to be a supply room. But what it held was chains, handcuffs, whips, clothes and other instruments of bondage."Well, Courtney, you are going to a special party that has been hastily arranged for you. You are to be the co-host. Your Father has been captured and he is also going to attend as your co-host."Courtney's eyes brightened when she heard her Fathers name..