Let's at least loot these morons first."Just because Wendy understood why the stranger wasn't letting them ride in his wagon didn't mean she was happy... The rain had slackened mostly, it was true, and her body under the hooded cloak was on the verge of being non-cold, but she had been walking all day without food. Well ... OK, they had found some fruit and nuts, which she had mostly given to Jack. She had started the day with a good breakfast, after all, something he had lacked. She wasn't all. 'one last thing' he said and took a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and securely cuffed my hands behind my back,' excellent' he said and then led me down the hall, through a door and down, down into the basement.As he led me into the basement room I was faced with a crowd of men, probably about 15, stood around in the lowlit room drinking cocktails that were being served by two girls in maids uniforms (except these uniforms came with slutty hi heels and skirts so short you could see. Her mind drifting away and loosing itself in the visions of wanton lust that the handmaid’s had painted for her. They painted pictures about the countess’ fine cloths and her exploits in amour. She hoped that one day she would be able to become one of the countess’ handmaids and secretly hoped that when she did she would be able to experience some of the things that she pictured from their stories. The fingers of her right hand began to make circles over her clit while the fingers of her left. 'After giving herself that pep talk, she took a deep breath and stood next to the bathroom door as she had done many times on her TV show. Cautiously, she moved her head to the edge of the door, her mace can at the ready.Peering around the corner of the doorframe, she just stood there gaping in shock at the sight that greeted her."Holy shit!" She gasped.There, on the floor, lay her best friend Jillian Barberie. And on top of her was this huge strange black dog, its cock clearly imbedded in.