“So Sir, Do you think this sissy slut could please you today Sir?Alex took my face in one hand by the chin and tilted it up to face him so he could ...properly study my face. He smiled at me as he tilted my face from side to side getting a really good look at me. “Hmmmmm, she needs a lot of work,” he said thoughtfully. “But I’m sure you can manage to do that for me. But yes, I do think the little sissy slut will do rather nicely for today. Lets she how she manages with a real cock shall we?”“Yes. Rejecting the rigidity of belief that often characterized the peasant mind, they had become agile in their thinking and could accept what was basically the unthinkable. Even today, there were few men outside the Pfand who could entertain the idea of their wife or daughter engaging in 'congress of trade' without anger.Carl knew that he was having difficulty in accepting that his mother, his sister, and his high school sweetheart had been involved in congress of trade although reading Helga's. However, Emma knew the owner, Tina, of one really good women’s clothing store. They promised to buy at least twelve new bikinis, and Emma promised to have Tina at the next party she hosted. So they arranged to all go at the same time and to meet at Emma’s apartment, from which they would take a Limo to the store.Jane and June, Emma’s girlfriends, arrived right on time, and Emma surprised them by being already sitting in the Limo curbside sipping a glass of Chardonnay!“Jane! June! Here get in. It was a good job the dogs were well trained and behaved as they would have jumped on my back and humped away trying to find an opening to plant their ten inch plus organ inside me.So, the moment was here. One of my biggest fantasies was about to be fulfilled. To be pack bred by six huge dogs whilst being tied down. Unable to stop them. My primal urge to be helpless as I’m taken like a rag doll. Used. Abused. Animals, not caring at my feelings. Just as long as they get there enjoyment. To plant.