She was afraid to open her mouth again to speak; sure that what would come out had nothing to do with communication.Page had learned much about self-c...ntrol and discipline in the years she had been a slave. Pain was a familiar companion, though one she had not greeted in a while. There had been times that the pain had blazed too hot to endure, but to move only made the pain worse. She had learned, no she had been trained, to endure much worse than this pain blasting behind her eyes.Page began. Paul had special plans tor this too. He had set up some ropes & straps in hisfamily room to hang both girls from for us to fuck & have other fun with. Wetook the girls in there, strapped them in & hoisted both of them up to wherethey were both hanging parallel to the floor about 3 ft from the floor withtheir legs spread wide open for fucking & their heads hanging down for suckingtoo. Now Paul asked us guys to 1st tenderize the girls cunts some by taking 4 catshe had & whip them some, but not. Susan normally ate whatever she could make for herself on Monday morning—a piece of bread, crackers, cookies if she could find them, with water that she could get from the tap. The milk jug was still too heavy for her to lift. She never went to school on Mondays, but today was the holiday party, and her mother kept her promise, grumbling only a little instead of yelling when Susan had pushed and prodded her off the couch. Susan’s heart thudded in her little chest, her breathing just beginning. I saw what seemed to be a bull who didnt know what season it was. As I walked closed I realized it was a cow, or a bull with utters, who was mounting another cow as though it were attempting to breed with it. As soon as i returned to the house I called Grandma, and asked her she had lesbian cows. "Their not Lesbians, and don't use that word, its just a cow in heat, they're fine." all right, a milk cow in heat? fair enough. Later, I went back out and found the same cow who had been mounting.