After scraping off the scales, cutting out the gills, and cleaning out the insides, James pulled a zip lock bag of flower and seasoning out of his pac... to cook them with. When they had their fill of fish, James rummaged in his pack again and came out with a bar of soap and clean clothes. ‘If you will pardon me, I am going to get cleaned up at the river. You can stay here, or come down with me.’ At first Gina stayed, but then got a clean set of clothes and walked down. When she got there, James. He said, "We are going to have a fun time sissy.You are going to tell me you love me before I'm through with you." Hedipped his hand into the Crisco can and got a big gob of grease whichhe proceeded to shove up my ass. "Ask daddy nicely to fuck your asswith his big fist." he demanded. I sobbed and begged, "Please don't dothat to me sir." He snarled, "Do as I told you sissy." He took hisrazor sharp knife and slit my scrotum open along the line of the twohooks embedded in my balls. My. B.- just off the boat- and looked confused. Forty-eight months on a troopship messed with the brain. ‘Yeah, Corporal?’ He said and went to parade rest in deference to Kray, who spooned seasoned potatoes out of a packet and watched in silent amusement as Harley testified. The newbies got a hard time from everyone at first. ‘Well, well… would you look at this odd job. The King is dead, son… you need to straighten that collar and keep it that way,” Harley said and the odd job was quick to comply.. Her boobs had grown. At least an inch, probably two. "I don't know what happened. I just woke up and they were like this." David got out of bed, his cock still hard, and he went over to her."Are those things real?" He asked. Samantha nodded."They look real, they feel real, and they act real," she said, before putting David's hands on them. He squeezed them, and agreed that they felt real. "But they can't be real. Even teenagers' boobs don't grow this much overnight." Well, maybe you're.