Still bound to the bed, he looked up at her and asked, "Now what else do you have in mind?" "You really don't know anything, do you?" she asked as she...reluctantly sat on the bed next to him. "No, but I was having too much fun to try to convince you," he said. "Now will you let me up?" "Oh, how can I make this up to you?" she asked as she first untied his ankles, then moved to his wrists. "I have an idea. Why don't you get on your hands and knees on the bed?" he asked with a devious smile on his. She let out a wonderful moan that seem to take her over for a short time … then falling back into my arms … Her body was so warm against me. I still couldn’t believe this was happening, i was still expecting to wake up at any time … I started to gently rub her back as she was against me in my arms. She then ask me if i had any protection, my responds was i had none. Joanne then said I’m not on any birth control you know. Oh I didn’t know that I responded. She could see I was still pretty much. She allowed this to go further with a few men, they touched her lilly white tits and wanted to see her bra, which was unusual to them. Most of there women over 30 had long saggy tits, even longer after k**s had swung and suckled off them. One guy around 30, tall slim lad came to her hut and asked her to lower her black bra...she has 48DD tits, so ample and full. He played with them and got very hard, his dick up in the air, balls hanging and swinging low. She noticed like most men he had pearl. I had tasted it too, and it terrified me. I could not deny that I was aroused by what had been done to Dog Meat—not by the agony and trauma she had endured, but by the way she had been changed. Mutilated to be made as helpless as a babe; stripped of limbs so that she was nothing but a torso and head to fuck; tattooed and pierced to denigrate her to a level below slavery, below even livestock. She had been a beautiful woman full of grace and life, and the ugliness she’d been reduced to made her.