She'd masturbated before, of course, but never twice in one evening. As she drifted off, her last thought was how she should update her profile to add...details about how much she loved getting herself off, about the dirty images that raced through her mind as she did, about how she'd love to have an audience some time ... some time soon.She dreamt of the logo again. This time, it wasn't just scrolling and blinking, it seemed to be throbbing, as well. Throbbing. And though the site had no sound,. He's only allowed a couple pieces of bread for breakfast and a salad for dinner. The only thing he has free access to is the water. He doesn't even have a dining table to eat at. Instead there are two dog bowls on the floor next to the trash, each labeled food and water so he doesn't forget which is which. In his fridge are several sealed containers full of cum.Once a week his Goddess invites all the stray homeless men over and holds her own cumdump party, giving them full reign of Her pig to. I patiently waited, doing my best to ignore the tongue stroking my most private of areas. It grew increasingly difficult, because the animal was quite a skilled lover. Had it been under different circumstance, I may actually have considered letting him have his way with me. But I had just survived a plane crash. All that mattered now was getting that animal away from me and figuring out where I was and how to get rescued.I lay there for what felt like hours, recovering. Strength slowly returned. I put the bag in the colander."Now, lift it up and let them come out. Careful so you don't damage them. Atta girl."I went to the refrigerator and got the bag I'd already bought. I cut the end off and gave it to her."Do the same thing with these."She went to lay the bag on top of the loose berries. "Like this?" Yup."She lifted the new bag cautiously, letting the berries come out on top of the others."Good. Now you're going to wash them." I turned on the cold water and pulled out the sprayer..