The Wicked Witch getting Dogged, I had it recorded, I suddenly remembered, blackmail? O.K. she wasnt the most attractive flower on the wall but still ...s shag is a shag. And what was the Treat that Angela had promised my faith-full hound? I couldnt let on I knew, nor that I had cameras about the place but I had a plan. I phoned Angela and told her that I wouldnt be home until Saturday morning, whereas in reality I intended to be home Friday night. She promised to look after Bruiser and I was. Fortunately, being in a position to help with the expenses was something I could do to help Dale and Eddie.I told the doctor to go ahead and order up any tests he thought might help him illuminate Mrs. Pipkin's medical condition. When he asked me if there was a spending limit he needed to observe, indicating that some of the tests might be extremely expensive, I just repeated my earlier statement about him doing anything he thought might help to provide better care for his patient.At some. I knew little about pig matings except they had a long thin cock with a corkscrew top that locked into the cervix of the female and they pumped a considerable amount of sperm. The sperm would get thicker like a sealing paste to keep the sperm inside their mate for a long time. Days I was told but the female vagina was larger and mine, being so big, would not have that inconvenience.Actually, the thought of pig sperm swimming around in my womb for days made me feel strangely exciting. Even for a. In the meantime, I plowed that backfield like it was going out of style, ramming Angelica’s rear with total abandon. I always loved that sweet ass of hers and tonight was no exception. I probed it good and hard, feeling the wonderful heat and tightness while I looked down at her plump buns and even slapped them several times. Angelica reacted to that with yelps as always, but didn’t show any displeasure. If anything, she pushed back even harder to take more of me up her culo.Angelica definitely.