My lunch and god-know-what-else shot outof my mouth, and then just dribbled down my face and into the bottom of thecage “You've made a mess of youc...age and yourself. As property of mine, you should have more respect forme, you little cow. Well, little cows get kept on course with cattle prods,so time to learn that...” she sneered. As I regained my breath, and generallycomposed myself, I realised that the gag was out, and that I could talk.I realised that scream had done nothing, so I yelled at. For now, however, I am pleased enough to begin my tale. How and where it ends, is up to you, Jenny." He continued stroking her thigh, noting how it quivered at his touch, wondering if it would be more entertaining to let her simmer or to bring her to a quick boil this time as he collected his thoughts, the story forming in his head."Not so long ago, in a land far, far away," he began, his fingers moving beneath the plain white shift that covered the upper half of her thigh. "There lived a. As she stood there looking at the two young men, shirtless and wearing nothing but ragged shorts and old tennis shoes, she felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement. A sudden flush came over her and warmth began to glow in an area that had been far too long ignored. Patricia thought to herself, 'Well, we can’t just stand here staring at each other all day.' In an effort to break the sudden awkward silence, she stuck out her hand and said shakily “Hi, I’m Patricia.” She was surprised at how. As my eyes got used to the dark, I could see her semi-flaccid penis hanging over her ball sack. My mistress has a thick uncircumcised seven-inch cock that is almost the perfect size for sucking. It fits snugly in my mouth and partially down my throat, but not far enough that it activates my gag reflex. I stared at it in the dim light as it awoke and started bobbing up and down as it expanded. I could barely make out the outline of the small tattoo on her lower tummy, a stylized fighting rooster.