He gave me a quizzical look, but he was grinning the whole time. His eyes twinkled in the afternoon sunlight. He spit out another load of tobacco juic.... I unzipped and pulled out my now piss-hard fat nine-inch dick. It was time I showed it off to my father. He looked down at it and smiled. He hadn’t seen it for quite awhile and it had grown a lot. I knew he’d say something about it.“Goddamn, son. You’re cock’s getting bigger all the time. You been getting any pussy with that thing?”“Not yet,. She giggles as she thinks how Master trained her to feel the collar. She was to wear the collar as much as she could without displaying it to others that did not understand. She would feel the collar on her neck touch the collar on her neck and could not understand what Master was talking about. Then one day it just hit her on what Master was trying to get her to understand ‘feel the collar’ he always said. Now she feels uncomfortable when she can not ‘feel the collar’. She feels naked and. It contained a high percentage of a disinfectant and burned her gums slightly. The gag was replaced. Two strong pairs of hands pushed her down on a cold table and a female member of the group opened what looked like a douche bottle. The bent tip was placed in her vagina and she felt a flow of an unknown liquid that immediately spilled out onto the floor. Next the hands stood her up and then bent her face down over the edge of the table. Debbie sensed what was coming but could only shake her. As I approached her explaining who I was and why I was there I was stunned. In a tank top and shorts, with sleek brown hair cut short to her shoulders, was my idea of a perfect athletic female body. I had only seen a few females in my life – women lacrosse players in college – that compared, and they didn’t have the fine facial features that from my vantage point she appeared to have. Strapped to her waist was a .357 magnum – not a typical woman’s gun. But then again, she wasn’t a typical.