They despised each other for the stock they bred.But they frequently got together for some mutual cuntsucking, honoring a truce long enough to get the...r rocks off.After they both creamed, they would argue some more.One day, Maisy said: "What good is a fucking sheep?"And Julia had replied: "Now that you mention it, fucking is what a sheep's good for, I got me an old ram that throws a powerful mean fuck up my cunt, Maisy... so there!" Maisy was stunned speechless for a moment. It had never dawned. ”She found herself going back upstairs, into Henry’s wardrobe and bringing out the box. She lifted out the neatly folded undies, taking out the photos. She immediately noticed there were two new ones, Julie knew that Henry had installed a photo printer in his study, now she understood why. The first new photos showed Henry dressed in red panties and bra, with his garter belt and stockings. If that was not shocking enough, the photo was obviously taken outdoors, it appeared to be in a wooded. The merciless straps no longerdigging into his shoulders. He let out one long sigh as he lifted thebaby up.The baby knew exactly what to do as it latched onto his breast. Robertalways felt a warm feeling when he fed Samuel. The Johnson children hadbeen the only ones he'd ever fed in such a manner. It always took hismind off everything as the little life received sustenance from him. Hecould imagine his own child having been nurtured in his body, feedingfrom him. It always brought a blush to his. He grasped it, through its hood, with his index and thumb, pinching it uncomfortably."Why are you on that cross?" he asked.She responded with a question, "Were you planning to use it on Lila?"His eyes widened, a little; with her senses heightened by fear, Aisha could see his dark pupils, in the dimly lit dungeon, dilate. He began to understand.He nodded, "Later today."Aisha nodded, "I want to have it done on the cross where she will suffer; it is important to me."Yes; he understood now. He.