"Thank you, Master, for letting me know that," I told him. He smiled and said, "Just hang out there for a moment while I get some things." This time I...smiled outwardly at his play on words, and he chuckled as he walked back across the living room to his case on the floor. He returned carrying two unusual-looking clamps, and my eyes widened in recognition. He had sent me a message once in which he told me that the clamps he had described in a particular chapter of his story were real. Now he had. Tom took me aside and asked me if I was alright. I said yes, there was nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think.The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was acting. His name was Ball Twister and had a success rate of throwing off 90% of the riders before the time was up and had a mean and tricky disposition who had injured many riders. I was sure everyone in the stands could see my face become beet red as the announcer continued with The cowboy riding him tonight is a former top ranked collegiate rodeo star in two categories who decided to continue with his veterinary studies instead of going on the pro rodeo circuit when he graduated. Give a big hand to. Daniel paid no mind to my pleading and pressed steadily against my now busted anus. With one powerful lunge, Daniel once again to seat his mighty head into my anus, his solid rigid penile ridge popped through and was lodged in my bung hole once again. This time Daniel did not hold back but immediately started to ram back and forth into my anus. Tears and mucus was co-mingling along my chin and dripping to the floor. Bruce and Charlie walked around Daniel and I chanting things for Daniel to do.