Dolanhad tried the dog whip as well, with interesting results...but now he wastoying with my bullwhip, and there were questions in his eyes. I lay on ...he bed, moving my hands in the cuffs as Dolan toyed with mymarvelous Kangaroo Hide Bullwhip. "I just don't want to seriously maimyou, Leland." I smiled gamely. "Don't worry, Master Dolan.I'vegotten it from single-tail lashes, signal whips, snake whips, dog whips,stock whips, target whips, scourges and a hundred different strops, Sir." I was. I walked heavily to my door, to give the impression that I had stomped off to my room. I then shut my door, but from the outside. I stayed in the hallway and listened intently for the inevitable moaning from my mother's room. Soon enough, it was evident that my mom was once again pleasuring herself. I waited for her moaning to get a little more intense, then I did the unthinkable. Clouded by my erection, I absentmindedly opened my mother's door as quietly as possible. As I peered in I noticed. They were all female brain deads, all formerly attractive, all young and physically mature- I bet you can already see where this is going. They waz all nekked!It was a breeding facility, and Jimbo and I didn't know if it was 'governmental' or just a hobby farmer, but I for one didn't want to get volunteered for stud service. Although, I suppose they could harvest sperm from male brain dead- I cut that thought off right there, with a shudder. I am not very squeamish, but that squicked me.We were. He stands slowly. The cat is still eying him with distrust. I make a mental note of her reaction, wondering if she has caught on to something I haven’t. He grins at me again. ‘All right. I’ll be back tomorrow. If you need anything else, call me. I’m the new sheriff in town.’ His eyes are all sparkles and they are burning into me. I grin back up at him. ‘All right. Thanks.’ He steps out the screen door and closes it gently behind him, then turns to flash that grin at me once more before heading.