At first, Bianca had been angry that King Joseph had not arrived in time to save her mother. As time passed, her pain had given way to relief. The men...had broken her mother. She had pushed Bianca away when the daughter tried to comfort her. It had been her inability to stop wailing that had led to her murder.Bianca’s mother had died exactly as her father had died. Her father had been trying to protect his daughter when Martis had snuck up from behind, slipped a knife into his back and then slit. She rotated pizza, breadsticks, sauce, and beer careful to give each its proper due as she watched the altogether too cute Andy Pettitte spin a masterful 3 hit shut out. With a stifled yawn, she clicked off the TV, left the empty boxes to cure overnight on the floor, and carefully removed a suit from one of her garment bags. It was a standard business suit in dark grey and was none the worse for the trip in from North Carolina. She located the suitcase with her work blouses, selected a pale. She had realized that the young cocks were great for stamina and lots and lots of cum. But the older cocks were showing her the kinky side of fucking that was getting her horny and turned on even more.The older guys were now coming to the motel room in groups that were getting bigger each day.....first 2-3 but within a couple of weeks it was 8-10 or more,and they were all fucking her cunt ragged while others watched her being gang-fucked and slutted.Helen was by now getting so horny having all. Things aren't black and white, just shades of gray. I don't want to have to judge whether running a dog team is being cruel to dogs, or not, but when you consider the alternative, they're happy, well-kept, living dogs." Animals have their rights," she sobbed, not liking John's lecture."They do," John agreed. "If you consider that a right to life, and to a good meal, and care and exercise is important, then those dogs are very well off indeed. They could be dead, would have been dead, all of.