RIO<br/><br/>On returning from talking with Lita (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51924.msg2453008#msg2453008) I parked the bike and trailer in the yard behind the house and dismounted, taking my cleaning stuff and storing it away before returning to the bike and backing it carefully round into it's storage shed beside our 'training barn'. I killed the motor and got off, shutting the garage doors. I looked over at the training barn. I'd never had much opportunity to go in there as no animals had been converted or trained while I'd been here although some days I took Sally in there and made her do the little hurdle jumps while her arms were tied above her head to the walking beam. I loved doing that, just torturing her for the simple fun of it. She thought she was a pig, the stupid bitch but her body was still very much that of a cute young woman and I loved to play with it and then, once it was wracked with pain, get a long stick (half a broom handle worked well) and stick a dildo with a vibrator taped to it onto the end and ram it into her cunt and force her to come over and over while I took her in the behind.<br/><br/>A hand slid down into my jeans... I popped the studs on my fly... I cupped my warmth... I was stiff... that lovely 'ready' ache was filling me again...<em>hnmmm... yeah, raping Sally is so much fun.</em>I'd love to have a new bitch to fuck with and torture and see how loud she screamed as she peaked for the tenth time... a cow would be nice as well, to milk alongside Molly.<em>Yeah... a cow.</em>I wondered if Ms. Andrews would let me have one of our new guests to convert to a cow and then fuck and milk her brains out.<br/><br/>My fingers slid lower, under my aching hardness, pulling at my length and then sliding under and into where I was damp... hnn, damn. I was horny now and I had to get dinner. Shit.<br/><br/>I decided that after dinner I'd come out here and have Molly or Sally. Or both. Stupid bitches. Fucking hot though, both of them. There was something about women who had had their brains scrambled and couldn't say no. It turned me on like crazy...<br/><br/>Sighing I withdrew my hand, rebuttoned my jeans with slight difficulty and went inside, washing my hands before starting cooking dinner. With the extra guests I'd need to cook two dishes of lasagne and we'd need a couple more garlic breads... I went down the kitchen steps into the larder-cellar to get what I needed.