“I don’t see how they can even walk around, here, considering all of the broken bottles and trash that’s all over the place,” Joe said after w...tching a guy finish a soda and toss the can into the street. “It’s a pig sty here. Don’t they have any pride?”Dan said, “The people who live here don’t own anything. They can’t take pride in something they don’t own. The owners don’t live here, so they don’t care how it looks. All they care about is the rent. The end result, is what you see around. ‘Yes,’ was all she got out. She thought she recognized him, but couldn’t be sure. He was certainly good-looking enough, if maybe a little young. Suddenly unsure of what she had done, she resisted a terrible urge to flee – flee the restaurant, flee the neighborhood, flee the city! Flee all of it! She couldn’t believe she’d said she’d do this. Knowing she couldn’t back out, but not knowing what to do next, she allowed her business instincts to kick in. She stood and put out her hand, realizing as. Such unabated praise was not something I was used to bathing in. “Thank you,” I said slowly. Then I felt his cock get even bigger in me. It made me groan with the sudden stretching my cut. “It’s tight,” he said with a groan. “Because you got such a big cock and it's bowing down the house,” I cried out leaning up. Even though my legs burned, I started moving again. While I rode my wolf, I looked down at him. His fur was wet with sweat. Right now, his piercing yellow wolf eyes were studying me as. First, to make sure it didn't use its mouth unnecessarily, a large penis gag had been inserted, his house slave being none too gentle. Then it had been stripped, its lithe body exposed, its soft flesh smooth and white, its cheeks blushing nicely in humiliation at the ungentle handling. Its head had been pulled brutally back by its hair, its septum stud replaced by a large ring, two short chains added to the ring and clipped to each of the rings through its nipples, pulling its chin to its.