He pointed to my breasts and said I was just a fat cow and he didn't want to ever see me wear anything like that again."She paused again as she spoke,...but I could see that she wasn't done, that she needed to tell me this, that it was important for her to get this off her chest. I know that's kind of an ironic statement to say when she's talking about her massive tits, but the sentiment is appropriate. I thought of what a rotten bastard my father had been to her; to say something so mean and. 'Don't worry we still have plenty of time for fun.' I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour. 'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to have a treat. You're going to do a keg stand and drink as much as I tell you to. Don't worry I can see from your face that you don't really want to. But believe me,. "That was not as bad as I thought, quite easy actually" Pleased with his achievement he grins to himself.Grabbing a pad, he starts writing down a few supplies that would be needed to put everything together.He felt the usual buzz come over him like a kid in the middle of December, waiting for Christmas Day to arrive. He knows it will be a great day, full of presents, but he also knew he has to be patient.Leaning back on the sofa he starts to daydream. Visualising himself under the golden sun. It doesn't hurt when I piss any more." You were suffering from advanced sclerosis. Your last x-ray shows it's improved considerably. I notice your not drinking as much," she said."No, I don't seem to need it any more and when I do, t takes forever to get a buzz."Dr. Foster made a notation in her notebook and then she took out a small booklet. "I want you to take this test for me," she said handing him a pen and the booklet.Sam took it and looked the questions over. It was an IQ test. He took.