His muscles rippled and flexed with each swing of the axe and the sweat trickled down his face and back from his exertions. When he had about twenty l...arge chunks cut, he split them into smaller pieces, then carried the chunks in arm loads to the cabin, stacking them along the wall between the door and the box where the saddles were stored. When he had a pile about eight feet long and five feet high, he decided that was enough wood.He went to the pond and splashed some water on his sweaty face. I had also fantasised verbally before about being actually fucked by a dog, mainly to excite him I think, it did, (he'd been there before I found out later!)He finally sort of "tricked" me into full sex with his brother's dog by having a repeat performance of the licking, but that's a separate story, I could always pretend I'd been sort of "duped" on that occasion. A few months later with Caesar I most definitely volunteered, I tried to deny it later but the cunning bastard had switched a tape. "Answer me cocksucker. Aren't you are a man whore?"I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to moan, "Yes, God yes." You want me to fuck that man whore ass don't you bitch," he said."Yes anything, just fuck me." I begged."Simon, did you know your girlfriend was a man whore?" he asked."No, I had no idea," Simon said simply."Well she wants to be a man, and to be fucked like a man, don't you?" he asked turning to me."Yes, I want to be fucked," I said."Do you want my sissy dick up your ass?" he. As if on cue the lights flickered and came back on around the house. Phil glanced around the room as he stood up and grabbed his coat, “That didn’t take as long as I thought it would.” He went out the backdoor and shut off his portable generator as the snow continued to fall. He glanced over at the Jackson’s house and smirked. It seemed like yesterday the couple had moved in next door. He had always fantasized about Katie Jackson but never in his wildest dreams did he expect her to be passed.