I didn't want to stick the barrel out too far, because I didn't want to give some brave fool the idea to grab it as I tried to get off a shot.My shot ...at the man behind one of my favorite shade trees missed, but my second shot at the same man, who must have been a slow learner, winged him bad enough to put him out of the fight. I hoped he was stupid enough to come to Dr. Amy Horten later on for treatment! I knew just how I was going to "treat" him if he did!I now had 4 men to fight, a tough. He noticed how very wet she was. Her asshole was just a perfectly round small dot, no skin discolouration anywhere around her cunt or asshole. The fat man licked the middle finger of his right hand and pressed it against the girl’s ass. Then he pushed his whole finger right up onto her. She gave a moan because she wasn’t expecting it, but it wasn’t because she didn’t like it, it was more a moan of pleasure. Dave thought that she was getting off on all this abuse. The fat man continued fucking. Do not worry, I have washed many men before.’ Carmen reached down and removed the towel, using the wash cloth she had in her hand to quickly wash his testicles. Then she reached for a bar of soap, briskly rubbed her hands to make some suds, then spread it on his erection. ‘I am trying to do this quickly, OK?’ She had a mild laugh in her voice. ‘Don’t rush because of me.’ Henry wise cracked, getting a titter from her. Carmen reached up and shut off the warm stream of water, grabbed a towel and. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot that I slept in was in her bedroom. She would find something else to amuse her and sometime during the day her mother would change my nappy and feed me and put me back in the cot. I could.