His cock shown through the lace beautifully and I reached down and touched him. “No time this morning,” he scolded. “The wife thinks I’m joggi...g. And you? What’s under those jeans?” I undid my fly and pulled down the waist of my pants. I had black satin bikinis with ecru lace and tiny satin bows. Already my erection was trying to find a way out of my panties. “Very pretty,” he said giving my cock a soft stroke and making it twitch. We decided to meet at the same park, but at a less busy time.. Her skin was pale and soft. I could smell her sex. I worked my way slowly down her back, inhaling and licking every inch. I got on my knees and licked her ass, my tongue between her ass cheeks. I was getting more aroused by the minute. I said to John and Carol, "We need to take this to the bedroom." Carol hooked arms with both of us and me and we all pranced to the bedroom. John quickly stripped and the three of us were naked. Carol lay down in the middle of the bed, legs slightly. Taken to the slaughter house, chopped into it's individual food parts and fed back to other male slaves back at the farm. laughing hysterically at Her caged property, it's Owner leaves Her property in the hands of the sadistic, Superior Women medical staff. towering above Her caged pig, staring down into the eyes of this useless pigtard She says, "Finally you are to become what you truly are...just an animal, a filthy, disgusting pig. See you in a years time pigtard." thus said, this pig. I’ve always wanted to find a context in which to use such old-fashioned words,” I told my Queen with a deep tongue kiss.“The pirates are dead. The politicians and others of that ilk are losing their heads as we speak. You’re really gonna rid us of any feelings of guilt or anything of that sort, you say?” Mom asked me now.“Yes, of course. Look, to quote John Milton from Devil’s Advocate, ‘Guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks. All you gotta do is set it down.’ Or in this case, I’ll set it down.