The anonymity of the three, their identities irrelevant as processed products of Ella’s domain, and their worthlessness other than to serve the domi...ance of womanhood in that ultimate of gestures, adding an extra erotic pathos to their expenditure. At the foot of each cage, rested a large glass surgical display jar, sealed tight and filled with formaldehyde. Within each were the severed cocks and balls which had earned them their fate; the tokens of masculinity which had doomed the males to. I shuddered as I looked up in the air for another. Not seeing any I walked over to the bird and pulled out the wing. It must have been fifteen feet long.Shaking my head I looked at Charlene and said, "Now this is a chicken wing!" OH MY GOD! I can't believe you said that!" Charlene snapped out as I tried to pick up the body of the bird.With a lot of grunting and groaning from me, I wrestled the three hundred pound bird onto the truck and tied it down with some nylon rope.Stepping back I shook my. Whiskers, bundled in her arms. Mr. Whiskers accepted her better than I expected, being the independent soul that he was. Cindy had a smile on her face that was brighter than her surroundings. All her cares and worries seemed to have dissolved in the few moments between the bedroom and the living room. She sat Mr. Whiskers down on the floor and sat down beside him, stroking his soft fur and listening as he purred his satisfaction with the attention.Seeing that she was momentarily occupied, I. .i saw him licking my ass…He got up…took a small packed of jam frm the bag.. came near to me made me to stand went behind me…kneeled, opend my ass and touched the hole with one finger..then he teared the jam packetand squeezed few on my hole…due to rain It became like liquid.. but in no time he started to lick my ass hole along the jam.. and tasted badly.. I can feel the rain got reduced little more… his toung started to go more deep in to my ass hole..he opened my hole wide with his hand and.