Lelo maza jawanee ka mere rajjjja,” aur apni gand hilane lagee Mai bhi bol raha tha, “leeeee meriiiii raniiii, leeee leeeee mera bulla apniiiii pu...uuuccchhhiiiiii mmaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii Badaaaaa tarpayyyyyya hai tuneeee mujheeee. Leeeee leeee, leeee meriiiii sadhnaaaaaaaaa aaaaauunnnnnnnttttttttttyyyyy yeh bulla aab se tumhara hi hai Ahhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh kya jannat ka mazaaaaa de rahi ho tum dono meri randiyoooooo aur bole ja rahi thi maro aur jor se maro chut kooooooo may bhi bol raha tha le le. You've gotta get your strength up for all the things I'm gonna make you do later."She asked quietly, "Bob, we really haven't done much of anything together since the first Friday night. Does it have anything to do with this control challenge we seem to have?" She wasn't accusing or whining, just asking."Probably a lot," I told her. "It's always seemed to be in the back of my mind. Anyway, as further justification, it's been pretty cold outside, and we've both been pretty tired lately after. She was five years old and most of the puppy-hood was gone. She minded well and had always liked me. She had been at my home often so when she moved in there was little adjustment period for her. There was a long adjustment period for me, however. Walking her twice a day regardless of weather was bad enough but carrying and using poop bags was a very a major adjustment. Eventually I erected a fence around most of my yard. That and a long handled pooper-scooper made picking up after her much. I wasn't uncomfortable at all, just immobile. They had tucked the bar down into the cushions, so unless I pulled at it, there was no pressure of any kind. I closed my eyes and tried to consciously relax. It worked too well. I barely heard them return. When they pulled my legs wide apart, and fastened them to something similar to what was holding my arms I got hard again. I felt like a Christmas turkey. I looked at them, and almost swallowed the plug. Maybel and Jessie were strapping.