"Sonny G" she replied. "Look", she said. "It's a good video, and we're interested in signing you both up to make some for us. What do you think?" My w...ife would never agree to that" I replied, thinking about how I would murder Sonny when I next saw him."Actually, she already has", said the woman. "We spoke to her today, and she's already here at our studio." Does she know about the video?"She does", was the reply."Where is the studio, I'm coming down there right now to sort this out!" I. "She looked at me again, "Oh hell no. That ain't gonna happen, Boss." I command you in your master Lucifer's name to reveal your true name."She cracked up, "That loser Lucifer isn't my master. And there is no way I will give you my true name. That would just make me your slave."I stomped the floor, "I COMMAND YOU TO GIVE MY YOUR NAME. Fail and I will visit awful punishments on you."She stuck her tongue out at me. "Try to punish me and I will just leave. And if you keep yelling, I will leave. She moved the stool ar πound in front of the bull.His cock loomed out, the prick-knob extending all the way up to his front legs so that he seemed to stand astride of his cock. Bess sat on the stool and positioned her shoulders back against the rails of the stall. She needed to be securely supported or else she would not be able to wedge that bull's cock up her cunt.The stool was just the right height.When Bess arched her back and tilted her crotch up, the head of the bull's prick nuzzled into. I undid the noisy brass latches, got out my shaving kit, and went to use the bathroom. The bathroom was a old-fashioned affair, with a tile floor and a big clawfoot tub, placed where there had once been a door to the hall, judging from the outline in the painted plaster. I guessed that there had been two rooms, probably originally for the servants, and they had knocked through into one room to make the bath. Yes, when I went back to the bedroom, I could see there was a sort of curtained alcove.