This will be the last time she will be clean for the week of so of her torture. After they have finished they have been instructed to take her to the ...reeding room and strap her to the breeding bench. The breeding bench is considered cruel to tie the Bitch in position to take a mate. A collar strapped around the neck and fastened to a short pole usually 18"-24"on a frame that goes back to the hips which support the ass end from moving around. My subs beg to be put in this device and used to. I need it."I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" She snarls, as she lets go of my wrists. I don't even know what's going on... when I feel her grab a fistful of hair and force me back down into the pillow. The other hand is working hard on my waistband. She's looking down at my pants, trying figure a way to get my dick out. It's hopeless... even I have to look and use both hands with these pants.I have the same problem with bras.Just as I'm remembering that my arms still work, she fills her other. "They're some fine legs; do they go all the way up?"Just then the boy's father came striding out with a golf bag on his shoulder. "Charlie, want to play a round?" he asked."No, I'll come out later and go swimming," he said."Get this brute's keys," said the man, nodding at the 300. He got in the back seat and Vixen started the car and buckled herself in."Garage door's on the button by the mirror," said the man.Vixen pushed, watched the door rise in her rearview mirror and then backed out. "Go. A salesman asked if he could help, and she said, "Weneed these in a size -- let's see. She wears a 10 in men's shoes, so Iguess she'll take a 12 wide." The salesman looked at me with acombination of smirk and wink, like he was thinking about asking me out.When he brought back the shoes he asked if I'd like to try them on.Thankfully my wife told him we'd take them with us.The salesman began putting them in a box, but my wife told him I'd carrythem as we shopped more. He smiled, pulled his card.