He kept nibbling, until he realized she was pushing him away. He sat up and looked down at her, his eyebrows pinched together in worry. She reached up... and smoothed them out, breathing heavily, already beginning to blush in her cheeks and chest. ‘Rich… the crock… pot. It needs… to be… turned off…’ Cursing out loud, Rich got off the bed and raced to the kitchen. He looked blindly for the slow cooker, found it, but couldn’t get his hand to move on the knob. Finally, and saying to hell with it, he. Then a third and final horse is broughtout- a huge stallion shire horse, the fuck this horse throws into mytortured abused cunt is too much I’m in sensory overload of pleasure n painand end up passing out.I eventually come round, lying in a heap on the floor, after being releasedfrom my restraints with seven horny fucking guys wanking off n shooting cumover my pain filled body, a mixture of Crisco horse cum and blood seeps frommy gaping open swollen cunt.For 18 hours my cunt has been tortured n. "Dr. Tobin?"My eyes betray me, and shift to hers for a second. Brown eyes ... She's been crying.I sigh, put down my trowel, and stand."I'm Dr. Tobin," I admit.Her reaction is odd. She glances nervously towards the cemetery gate, steps back on to the gravel path which winds its way in-between the graves and their markers, and actually seems on the verge of running away."Your wife ... She said..." Her eyes flick to Betty's headstone, and then jerk quickly away. "She said you could help me." Help. ‘You know Ed, it’s just not the same without you and Marion around here.’ ‘Tom, we miss you and Gracie dearly. You are the best friends that anyone could ask for. We’d so love for you to come up.’ ‘That would be wonderful…’ Tom concurred. ‘Until tomorrow then, same time?’ ‘Same time,’ Tom agreed and hung up to prepare for bed. *** In the morning, Gracie, Tom’s wife of forty-two years had breakfast already waiting on the stove. Kissing him lightly on the cheek, she put his eggs, bacon and.