Why won’t my leg move? Then I was going underwater and I understood that feeling. I was being dragged down by something, something big and strong. I...fought, kicked and scratch with my fingers. I found something large and poked at it. I saw an eye, a large eye and I poked my fist at it. It let go of me. I swam for the surface and screamed with everything I had. I went down and I fought back up and screamed, again. It pulling me and me slipping away and reaching the surface for air and screaming.. ." Well, it takes a little while to take effect fully. Tell me, what do you think of the statue?" she asked, changing the subject and turning to the huge metal sculpture of Vallus that dominated the room."It's really something," Ed said.He gazed at the statue. It depicted Vallus standing tall, like a giant straddling a river, his giant cock grasped firmly in his hands, and his face a mask of ecstasy and satisfaction. As Ed watched, the statue seemed to move slightly. Perhaps it was the way the. Marty finished oiling Vera’s asshole and brought himself up on his knees. He took his tool in hand and grabbed an ass cheek. He said, “Okay, bitch. You want to be fucked up the ass. Here goes.” He put the head of his uncircumcised dick, the skin slack against his twelve inches at the mouth of her rectum. Then he said, “Ready, bitch?” “Yeah,” she replied, looking at me uncertainly. “Do it, Marty!” my father yelled. “Here goes!” And he plunged his long hard member deep into my Vera’s bottom. Her. Demented, and I was going to look up to see him laughing at my thinking I had escaped.But I figured I had to move sometime, so after a moment I cautiously raised my head.With my eyes having had time to adjust to the night, I could see I was on a gravel roof, with air conditioning vents and hoods scattered around an otherwise featureless surface. I felt a bit of stinging pain in my chin, where I had picked up some nice gravel indentations, but otherwise I seemed to be OK — no fur, no tits, no.