Now me, I could never do something like that. I'd feel too guilty, my conscience working overtime worrying about what the delivery guy would have to t...ll his boss, and so on and so forth. But Shirsten, the seemingly sweet, demure, home school kid, did it without conscience. The weird thing was, she never really enjoyed the spoils of her conquests. Just like the things she stole and set by the door so the store clerks would find them, she didn't even have a slice of the pizza. I remember eating. It has already killed an apprentice herdsman, badly gored another of the Kings bulls and scattered the rest of the herd.’Before the little fat man finished speaking I ran out of my chamber (the guards had now gone) faster than I had ever run before and out of the palace. At the furthest end of the pasture my bull walked in circles and even from across the field I could hear him grunting and huffing causing grey puffs of smoke to stream from his nostrils. At the edge of the oak wood were many. “My girls will be wondering where I’ve got to if I don’t hurry up”. She stood up, her breasts still coated in streams of spunk, which was starting to run down the sides. “Let me clean you up, Kathryn” said Mr Johnson, groping in his pocket for what was presumably a handkerchief or packet of tissues. “Oh no, you don’t,” she replied, picking up her bra from where it had fallen onto the floor. “I want to remember this for the rest of the day”. Shrugging the straps back over her shoulders, without. I figured if the men in the videos enjoyed it, then I want to try it. I started out by using my fingers, carrots, and then cucumbers. I do remember that it hurt so bad at first, but over time my asshole loosened up. I remember going out to the family garden after everyone left for work, looking for the thickest cucumbers to fuck myself with. I'd then strip naked, watch straight porn and fuck myself with cucumbers in front of a mirror. I was amazed how stretched out my asshole would get, totally.