Nimm die Reitgerte und schlage dem faulen Dreckschwein satte Hiebe genau in die Analkerbe - m?glichst direkt auf die Arschfotze - so lange hinein, bis... der Trog leergefressen ist!" Jawohl Sir. Sofort, Sir!" Antworte Sklave Luke und ging die Reitgerte holen.Und zum "Schwein" gewandt sagte Mike: "Du hast gef?lligst deinen Trog komplett leer zu fressen! Dein K?ufer w?nscht, dass du dir mindestens 150 kg Gewicht anfrisst! Du brauchst Reserven, denn bei ihm wirst du dich haupts?chlich von den. ‘My God, Karina, what will happen to you?’ She turned her face away, and he grabbed in, turned her chin. ‘What will happen?’ ‘Whatever,’ she said at last, ‘happened to the ones who came before me.’ ‘My God!’ He sat down, sweaty as he was, on one of the white leather couches. ‘Karina, you don’t have to do this. You can go to the police.’ ‘The police,’ she snorted. ‘They will deport me.’ ‘In your own country?’ ‘Obviously,’ she said, ‘you know nothing about my country. My husband is very powerful. " Ooooooooooo nooooo ooooooo noooooo stoooop." lisped Sissy.An elderly lady, tears of laughter running down her face, shouted, "Listen to Sissy's pink bells ringing girls, oh this is so funny."It was true Sissy's pink bells were ringing on the end of his sissy prick, his huge tits bouncing up and down, black stocking clad legs dancing in the air, all previous resemblance to his former arrogant self totally destroyed, now just a lisping feminised pathetic sissy. The complete contrast to the. As a result I have a very well built up middle finger.Two years of marriage. It's funny, but they just flew by. One minute I'm popping the question, and the next; there we were, packed into our Westfalia, heading for Big Sur on our second honeymoon.It was Kaila's idea. We'd both been so busy with our jobs in the city, and just needed to get away. So, in late September, we just said hell with it, and just drove.My job as an administrative assistant (Read: Secretary) pays pennies and it's a big.