One of the cows had broken through the fence and wandered far from the cabin. The long summer had begun drying out the grass, turning greens to golds....I wiped at my brow and scanned the tree line a mile away for the missing cow with a pair of broken binoculars. One of the lens were cracked—Rex had dropped it last year—but the other still worked.Nothing.How far had this stupid cow wandered?I shifted the quiver of arrows dangling from my belt and headed out across the meadow, cursing Rex beneath. "I did exactly that and after a few minutes of silence while driving downthe street, he turned into a side street and to the back delivery areawhere no one can be seen from the street. My heart was aflutter and mymind was racing to keep up.The next thing I heard from him was, "Can you give me hand withdirections. I think I'm a little lost." He peered at his crotch the rightinto my eyes then moved his seat back to give me the proper room to dowhat he, I think he wanted.It isn't like this is the. But not with rope. With chains and pipes and metal stocks. And she was bound, too, not to a board, not with her hands above her head, but chained behind her back. And somehow her handcuffs were tethered both to her asshole and to her pussy. Able to move her hands with more range of motion than before, she investigated and discovered to her horror: Her hands were chained to a ring that went in her asshole and came out her vagina.Watching her wake up, her new master wondered if she could. “I want to see the slut in the other room, please take me with you.” I said begging like the little slut I am.“Yeah, sounds good, let’s go slut. You can watch Chuck and me pound that little faggots ass.” Said the the guy brave enough to grab my tits.Candy shrugged and invited herself along. I should’ve known she was gonna watch me like a hawk. She really hates when I give the pussy away.Chuck, I guess, knocked on the bedroom door. We heard somebody scream ‘yes! Even though I don’t think they.