She turned back to me and said, “Are you ready for Barnyard day?” What could she possibly meant by that? She came back carrying a box. She rolled ...the stool over and placed the box on it. She then moved the bucket out from under me and rolled the stool over under my hanging breasts. Inside the box were two six week old German Shepherd puppies. They must have smelled my milky tits because they both started whimpering. As soon as I heard that a funny feeling came over me. A warmth spread through. "It sure does!" I answered. "Well since I like to always give you "six of the best" with the cane, I will now give you four more strokes. Be sure and count them," my wife said. Tap, whistle, SPLAT! "Three, thank you, ma’am," I said. "I see you have him trained very well," Jane remarked. My wife kept caning me until I had my six strokes. At least, being secured down like I was, it made it so I wouldn’t get additional strokes for getting out of position. After the caning, Jane asked my. Totally unprotected.She dug her fingernails into my chest as she began feeling me slide in. I pushed my throbbing dick inside her warm hole. She held me tightly as I could feel my dick rip her pussy skin as it moved in. Slowly I thrust my dick inside her hole. Wow, it was one of the best feelings as she was moaning in pain.The raw tightness of her hole made it a bloody forceful insertion. She held me tightly and moaned. I paused for a moment giving her the breathing time. Her body burning like. Congratulations, Magus Bluemantle! You can now wander the world until you find a place to call home, and make yourself a name.It is the middle of spring, you are riding Eglantine, your mare, on the road to Eryn's Brook, the town nearest to Whitedove Manor. You left your home of fifteen years this morning, after your Mistress bid you farewell warmly and offered you a few magical trinkets.In addition to your Wizard's Staff, a three foot long rune-carved rod of a material that feels like wood but.