Goose hisses when she put his hands on her ass. It took iron will to just massage her cheeks instead of pushing her down onto his cock. A detached part of his mind noted that this was the most delectable ass he had ever played with. Of course, all of the other asses had belonged to young men but some of those guys had been very feminine. Asses were something he knew a lot about. He slid one finger very softly along her crack then resumed gently squeezing her backside.<br/><br/>"Heh, if you cut it off in quarter inch segments, it could work," he said. "That way, it opens the wound all over again. Aye, I know how tiny his cock is. Maybe we should just cut it off and shove it down his own throat followed by his balls. He'll have his own sausage and egg breakfast."<br/><br/>His expression turned dark as he remembered the day of his sentencing when Anna asked why Goose was so insistent on two years. He sighed and explained, "His crimes were not just perpertuated on you, Beautiful. There are other crimes he must atone for. That's all I will say on that."