Screen. I nervously glanced over to my brother before looking away again. I could have sworn I heard him mutter something along the lines of "planning...on doing just that" but I couldn't be sure.After we had set up the makeshift ring Sam told me what was on the line with this match."So Jenny o' bitchy sister of mine, the loser of this match becomes the slave of the winner for the rest of their life or until the winner gets bored," Sam said. I couldn't help it I grinned like an idiot as I thought. ”“That was quick.”“You don’t know?”The top of the box said CAUTION. CANVAS. CUT CAREFULLY.Hmmm. I hunted up a box cutter.A kitchen anything and everything drawer can be a treasure trove or a disaster. It depends on how long the drawer has had to gather denizens. The contents of my drawer were bought at an eastern Sheridan county farm auction from a kitchen that had been gathering occupants for at least a century. The hard sorting was done by others.I came by that length of service honestly,. But he quickly recuperated and dug in to drink it all up. Once she was cleaned out in her pussy, he lowered his large head and began tonguing her asscheeks as he tried to gather up his own semen there."OH YES DOGGY! DO MY ASSS! LICK IT ALL UP!" She began to accept how good this all was to her.It probably helped that she was sure that there was no one to see her in such a bestial lust.Finally the dog seemed to have been fully satiated and he simply trotted away, his half limp dick still dangling. Everything was well-groomed, and clean. He had just a that slight bit of a mess, and few magazines lying around to prevent his otherwise perfectly arranged home from emanating a sterile atmosphere. Another attribute about him that made him a genuine female magnet, so to say. But there had to be something. One flaw. At least one little detail, however tiny it might be, that was wrong. How could he be so perfect, and yet have no 'Mrs Jordan' to spend his life with. Even the home-made cookies he.