I've done that to plenty of girls - and men. Piss me off and I'll do it to you. But don't worry, baby, I'll make sure to stuff it nice and full either... way."Amy jerked and sobbed underneath him, pleading helplessly behind the gag. Drool trickled down her chin - there was a small puddle of it on the table. She couldn't say a word to stop him; all she could do was lie there and take it. It felt like he was ripping open her ass, and that was just with one finger. She couldn't even imagine taking. DanI hopped on Becky's bike and peddled us to the next driveway. We rode around to the back of the large house and saw Mr. Olsen through the glass door. He was holding a baby lamb, feeding it with a bottle of milk."Miss Duffy!" Becky exclaimed when she spotted the woman, also holding a baby lamb and feeding it the same way Mr. Olsen was feeding the one he was holding. I recognized the woman too, only I remembered her married name."Mrs. Styles," I said. She was my second grade teacher."Becky. Nick worked alone. He was newly married and new to farming. He couldn’t afford help, and the bales were too heavy for his pretty young wife Patricia to lift. She sometimes drove the old Massey Ferguson tractor that pulled the trailer along. The previous night she had done the late shift at the local truck-stop diner, so she was sleeping. It was six months since their wedding day. Nick looked up at the summer afternoon sun, figuring he had another couple of hours before he could go home, wash up. As Tabby changes her clothes, Monique asks what else she would like to know about the house. Tabby notices that as she asks, Moniques eyes drift to the rack in the corner. Tabby comments that shes never seen a rack quite like the one in the corner and is puzzled by Moniques answer. Monique tells Tabby that her Master has all kinds of ideas that they indulge in. Not knowing how to respond, Tabby gives Monique a strange look but doesnt say anything else as the two women head back outside. While.