I slowly opened the album to the first page and gasped. It was as I had feared!There was a photo of me standing against what had been my bedroom's wal.... The script under the photo said ten years old. It was definitely me at ten, and I was naked. Bare assed naked.It all came back to me in a flash of old memories. That had been the evening of my tenth birthday. My first birthday after my Mom had passed away. My father had decided that along with a birthday spanking he would document my growth in. It had gone over a small brush-covered knoll and then it had collapsed, tumbling to the bottom on the other side. It hadn’t gotten up again. It was also the place where whoever had shot it had been attacked, and from the look of it, that person had been Sygor.He wasn’t there, nor was the deer he’d killed. There was however a lot of blood, and more importantly, his horse’s tack, as well as parts of the animal. Someone had killed his mount.I looked about, disgustedly. I could easily make out what. Leave your little patch above in any shape you wish, or remove it all together. I will let you choose what to do there. I do not want any hair otherwise.When you are done, dry off and take a picture of what your pussy looks like now. Damn you make my mouth water. Shove a finger in your pussy. See how wet you are? Suck the finger, think of my cock in your mouth.Go in the bedroom and put some lube on the pink pachyderm. Lie on the bed and put the nipple clamps on. Turn your movie on and see what. ” Sherry swallowed her wine, saying: “Hopefully he’s a dog like your Toby!” “You mean OUR Toby!” and we all laughed at that looking over at Toby at his water bowl oblivious to our chatter. He lay down, head on his paws, tail wagging, looking at us.Then Sherry spoke and my heart dropped to my toes. She said: "I’ve thought a lot about last Friday and what I did. What we all did and I couldn’t get out of my mind that I shouldn’t have done that. It’s not your fault, either of you. It was.