“And that means it should be used for others?” Joseph wondered.“I’m sorry, again, you don’t understand my references,” Serrat told him apo...logetically. “Serrat was murdered while spreading his gospel. A heathen horde captured him, staked him to the ground and put stones atop him. They said they would stop if he renounced his religion and endorsed anarchy. He refused and he was killed. They dragged his body to the river and threw him in. Five days later, he emerged from the water whole. His faith. I remembered the dogs cock sliding up inside me, growing larger till I thought Id be ripped in two. I had passed out. I lay there shaking but realized in shame that Id stopped crying. As I recalled the events from last night my cunt had gotten moist. Duke moved, sniffing and he made a whimpering sound but then just put his head on his paws. He lay right between my legs, and I couldnt help thinking of how his tongue had felt lapping at me. Was Mr. Miller right, was I just a slut? I felt my cunt. "Just what was that show all about you little whore, and what the fuck are you wearing?" You are furious and I can see your chest rising and falling rapidly as you fight to keep some control."You've never complained before Daddy. As I remember you kinda liked me dressed like this. But if you want me to take it off then that's fine by me!"I pull off the shirt and throw it at you, my breasts barely contained by a tiny lacy bra. "Uncle Dave didn't seem to mind. I know he liked it. Did you notice. What else with her having a picture of me kissing her on the top of the lighthouse."Mr. Bidwell, I kind of lied to you about what kind of picture I have to bring back to the sorority," Like what?" I am supposed to bring back a picture of me blowing a man at the top of the lighthouse." You got to be kidding." Would you let me take a picture of you with your cock in my mouth? I wouldn't show your face in the picture."And there it was. She could ask for anything. I knew what I was going to do, and.