"That and it feels uncomfortable as hell."He was glad that he and Jenna were on the same page when it came to contraception.Mr. Hardown turned a corne... and pulled into his driveway. They had arrived at his house.He pressed a button on his dashboard. The garage door opened, and he pulled his vehicle inside. It was only a matter of time before he put his favorite vehicle into Jenna's personal garage.Mr. Hardown and Jenna walked into his kitchen."Would you like a drink?" he asked her. "I have some. It was bitter, but yes. He smiled and said it's something big boys came do. I asked if I can do it, he said maybe in a while. He pulled my chair close to him and gave me a hug. There's plenty of time before that happens, but in the meantime we can play our games. I smiled and said ok. He rubbed my back and asked what I wanted to do, blushing I said I like it when you play with my butt. He leaned over and kissed me saying me too. I jumped up and ran to his bedroom. When he came in I said lay. But, before any sound came out, a ball-gag was roughly shove into her mouth and secured behind her head. Candie's tormentor then placed a small nylon dog collar on each wrist and each ankle.Her binding ropes were then cut. She was stood up, walked a short distance, and turned to face the direction from which she had come. Though she couldn't see, Candie was standing in the doorway to an old horse stall. Her arms were each stretched up and out. The collars at each wrist were tied with rope to. They were joined The oldest, Monty, was beating his brother, Rocco, and his cousin, Moe. They were joined by a friend called Rocky.Rocky slammed down a double five and yelled out, “Twenty-five!”“Fuck,” Monty lamented.“Y’all hear dat,” Moe asked.“Hear what,” checked Rocco.“Oh, shit! Yeah,” Monty confirmed.Through the paper-thin walls, the foursome heard the squeals of an eager bottom and a dominant nigga.“Fuck this faggot ass, daddy,” whined a cutesy, feathery voice.“Gimme dat young pretty.