As more chems rushed through the pig’s body, in moments Shit Master’s elbow and my anus were kissing like long lost friends. After an hour hanging...like a stuck pig in his private home sling, my bowels prolapsed requiring Shit Master shoving them back up the gaping messy asshole. Master told it that its bowels needed to take a rest. Shit Master’s goal was to manipulate my oral obsessions with male logturds as his very next priority for what became an extremely twisted examination. Shit Master. I find one in the backyard and enter your house. I wait for you in your room standing behind the door. I can hear you turn the shower off and the blow dryer going as you dry your hair. After about ten minutes, you start to walk to your room. You are wearing just a black bra and black thong panties underneath a purple cotton robe. You walk into your room and close the door behind you. You start to undo the belt of your robe when I grab you from behind with one of my hands covering your mouth to. "I nod my head and sign, "Yes I turned off the water because until we can have the well tested, we can't be sure the drug lord didn't poison it."Maria yells, "Jens do we have any water stored in the basement?"Jens comes to the door wearing a bathrobe and says, "Damn Skippy we do! Why?"I sign again, "Jens, until we can get the well tested, we cannot be sure that the drug lord's army didn't poison the water."Jens says, "Shit, I didn't think about that! Fuck! Mabel is cooking and probably using. " Christine moved the larger box out of her lap, which let the light fall on the rhinestone cat eyes. As Christine had planned, Ron glanced at her breasts because of the flash, which surely let him see her hard nipples pressing against the material.Christine pulled out a pair of red, lacy panties. "I loved these. I thought Mom had thrown them away because they were too racy for her. So, you fantasized about me?" All I can do is apologize, Christine," Ron said, his voice tight with shame."And I.