.. fluids, Lady Sierra. Waste.”The light went on. “Dog poop?” I sat back in relief. “Well that’s hardly a surprise – we were here for a wh...ile with Prince before we had any way of disposing of the ... leavings.”The young man flushed even more scarlet, but shook his head confidently. “No, my Lady. These are fresh.” He winced. “And rather more unpleasant than average.” When I looked puzzled, he went on, “I believe we have a sick dog somewhere in the Keep.”I stood up and paced by my hearth. “How. No answer."Hey. Hey. I have to piss." More mumbling from the other room was followed by a long pause. The tape binding me to the chair was ripped through and I was led across the room. The gym bag was unceremoniously pulled off my head. The thinner man aimed me into the small toilet off the office I had been sitting in all this time. I was having trouble getting my pants open when he yelled, "Hurry the fuck up."I spoke quietly. I didn't know how he was going to react. "I can't get my cock. I managed to get her to come home with me. She looked like one of those girls that you see on satellite television at two in the morning. She was about five feet six inches tall, a hundred and twenty pounds, and a body to die for. She claims that her tits were real but I can’t figure out how they could be. She was all tits and no waist and she had really nice hips too.On the way to my house I asked Hannah her bra size and she said that it was a 34-H. Yeah right! I had never even heard of an. Her father!From her lewd position on the bed, terror struck deep in her heart. No matter how horrible Ike had been to her as a husband and there was no excuse for her incestuous acts. There was really nothing sufficient enough to explain what she had done. She wondered fleetingly if there would ever be an end to her troubles now that she had committed such a vile sin!Ike was on the bed now... pawing at her already abused body... treating her roughly as though to punish her for her actions. His.