But your live squirming chicken body takes the cake! And I can fuck you too!"He held her against his belly for a moment. She continued struggling but ...e was still."Yes, I'm going to do it. She's jerking off, let's you and me go join her, Henrietta Hen."He stomped over to the latticework, turned the corner, and walked up to Connie with his ten-inch cock sticking out of his jeans. He carried the hen by her neck like a wine bottle or a small sack, casually.Her eyes were closed. Her feet were dug. Alaina then walks over to the table and sits on it, taking a long look at the naked Carol, whose nipples were erect from the cold of the room. “Come lie over my knees.” She commands. Carol was done refusing and awkwardly lies belly down on this stranger’s knees. “Now, most people you meet will like a bit of brutality to their sex” she states while rubbing her ass, “so let’s start with some spanking.”Before Carol can utter a word of protest Alaina slaps her ass as hard as she can. Carol lets out. All she had to do was--“That’s terrible. What happened? Did the two of you have a fight?” Pastor Dan sounded genuinely concerned.“No. This happened!” Dawn hastly handed Pastor Dan the Breeding Passes.He took them both without consideration. Dan stared at the passes for a few quiet moments before quickly stuffing them into his pocket. He gave Dawn’s slim form a slow up and down leer ending the lustful assessment with the word. “Damn.”Dawn’s face brightened at her pastor’s approval.Taking Dan’s. The only hint of deception to his being was his eyes. The most cold and calculating eyes a person could ever meet. Sincerity was never easy for him to display but somehow, he always managed to do it. One would wonder why he ever got into the swindling game but no one ever asked him about it. His nickname was not one of the nasty kind solely but it did cover the hobby he liked to play with. Today, though, he had a small celebration going on. He managed to close the deal with a community center.