Cougar House Ep. 089: cLICK baIT

Darkness had always been the immortal enemy of man. On the first day God created light, yet on the fourth day the sun. Interesting how that worked, don't you think? This gave the shadows a chance to trigger fear within mankind, once they too were set upon this world. Misunderstandings were the basis for all reality going forward. The slightest crinkle, the sound of the wind, the howls thereafter, rarely silence. Still! Tonight, was no different to a stunning young woman by the name of Summer Winstead.

Left alone in a dark attic with curtains drawn to forbid the moonlight's entry, Summer sway in captivity. A leather body bag if you will, one so tight upon her flesh that it was leaving sweaty imprints of its mesh windows. They too curtains if you will, yet wide open in certain spots for the purpose of sexual desires. More of he who claimed her, than she who enticed.

For years, Summer had craved the dominant lifestyle to take control over her world, yet no man seemed to offer her exactly what she requested, appealed to, fucking needed. Now on a whim, she allowed Eric Crowe to give it his best shot. Thus far, he had certainly grown up, neighbors for years, until she was out on her own. Friends absolutely! Lovers only once, most recent. Owned? Not quite yet. Hopeful! Terrified at the moment. No pretend suiter had ever treated her like this. It scared her but also delighted her spirit. She needed this experience as a forced solace to rethink her past and question her future.

Imprisoned so tightly, all she could do was dangle and sweat in the unventilated attic's atmosphere. Listening to the eerie creak upon the wench holding her up off of the floor by a few inches was maddening. Her body unable to scratch an itch drove her crazy. So firmly locked in, hands bound at the wrist, a ball gag preventing a scream or calling out for a drink. If she had to pee, the floor would be her best option. However, she did pray that Eric would not make her clean it up with her tongue. Sort of a fantasy to be forced yet sickening to the stomach.

"This is insane. What am I doing? There is no way Eric can keep up this charade. I don't even know why I put myself in this situation. I mean it's fun, a stress release for sure, but once I'm down from here, I just know he's going to ask how he did. I don't want that. I want him to be cold and almost cruel; I don't want to be the reply of you did well. If he's strong, he wouldn't care about my thoughts.

"God, please help me find what I'm looking for. I can't keep living the life I have just owning a rundown movie complex and existing for my next trip to buy groceries. I need to be used. But used by someone who truly knows the value of... no, I should be worthless, no value unless used by him. Fuck, I'm so horny right now and I can't even touch myself. I'm amazed I came earlier without being touched, that was definitely brownie points for the good Director." She smiled for the first time in an hour plus, swaying up here like a rack of beef.

She could hear screams of sex downstairs, the attic door left open for effect. After witnessing Eric have sex with Kimberly Lisa Hines right in front of her, so savage, so thrilling, she easily recognized her cries from the floor below. He was fucking her still, instead of Summer herself, unfair when it was she who was here for Eric, Wasn't she? Maybe she was useless, being trained to embrace patience until required and called to service. So many unanswered questions, an equal amount of doubt in herself as much as Eric.

"Push yourself, Summer! Believe in Eric. Eric, my peeping tom in his teenage years." She had to roll her eyes as to why she was expecting anything more than to be his eye candy. "Kimberly, sure is screaming a lot. He must be doing something right."

Footsteps in the darkness were heard creaking up the staircase yet went unseen. In her current sway, Summer's eyes were facing away from the stairs. After an hours' time she wasn't even certain of its direction, all angles were lost to her. It was so pitch black that she couldn't even see tables, chairs, cabinets, etc.

Not since Heath Talbot came up here in search of a butt plug had she welcomed company of any kind. Even then, he looked her over with lust from a distance then left her, lights out. The hunger in his eyes certainly stimulated Summer. Yet with no way to satisfy herself, her juices simply streaked down her leather-bound legs. Sticky! Imprisoning her pores as much as the leather pressing in on her. It was a good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.

More footsteps! A purring noise. Did Margo Needy have a cat? "Heavy cat if she does. It must eat good." Summer stared straight at nothing in particular. Listening eardrums her only friend, she felt a brush against her legs below the knee which sent her body spinning in slow motion. "What was that? That was too big for a housecat. Are Eric or one of his friends up here trying to spook me?" It had to be.

"Eric?" She mumbled with her gag dribbling saliva.

Nothing! Just her heartbeat racing. Until... a crash to the floor next to her and the scent of candle wax. The now blown out candle Eric had dripped wax on her with must have fallen. "Is that the sound of chewing?" A decided roll of the candle chunks it was found to be less than appealing to the tastebuds. More footsteps heard moving around her, the sudden lash of a whip across her calves. Sniffing! Let the squeals begin.

"Was that a flogger?"

Only once did it strike her. Sniffing at her toes, a ticklish moment attacked her and she twitched. The intruder faded back. A tongue flicked her big toe after a second to breathe. "Oh, my god! Who is this messing with me?" Thoughts gave way to whine. Two toes beneath one tongue moved upward to her shin.

"What is this?" She froze, too terrified to move. "I felt whiskers."

A scream might get her bitten. Raccoon? Possum? Rabies? "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Up her sweaty leg the tongue went. Her dried pussy juices lapped up, she began panting, not so much as being turned on but the nearness of the tongue. "No! Don't get so close. Go away! Shoo!" A damp nose touched her exposed pussy, her leather bonds revealing all of her precious parts. She couldn't fight back other than to writhe her body about, which she did until she heard a growl. Horror struck! That was no raccoon or any possum. Much larger!

Regis was in the house!

The scent up here fresh of Summer Winstead, was still not the dominant scent. This being Margo Needy's home she was up here often visiting Darryl's fucking machine. Her cum, her recent period, the scent of mommy was everywhere. Regis was merely curious, no real intentions other than to feel a nearness to his new mistress. However, this was not Margo. Regardless, her perspiration was delicious. So were the succulent pussy juices flowing from Summer's clenched tight cunt.

"No! No! No No! No! Don't lick my... oh, my god!" Pussy met pussy! The cat didn't know right from wrong. Long laps of his tongue across her clitoral area made Summer cringe and tense up. The more he licked the more she squirmed at the thighs. Tears welled up in her eyes and without warning, she drizzled down over his explorations. Summer Winstead had a secret orgasm.

As fast as it occurred Regis abandoned her and circled her body, his fur tickling her legs. Tail thrashing about struck her again along her lowest curve of her ass cheek. Spanks! It turned her on. Easing away, the cat departed and left Summer peeing down her leg. Eric wouldn't make her clean it up. He was too immature. She knew it didn't matter. Come back, Kitty! Come back. "What am I thinking? Holy shit! Did that really just happen?" Beyond her control!

A clatter then a thump in the blackness drew her attention. "What's it doing now?" Regis had jumped up on top of the poker table where Margo often lay being screwed by Darryl Needy's fucking machine, the dildo an exact replica of his own penis made especially to be as real as could be fabricated. The mold of every vein, a built-in heater to immolate body heat, a vibration mode to seem as if blood flow throbbing with each entry. Darryl Needy was a genius in design. Even a mannequin of wax and wood covered in a fake flesh seemed so very real. All built to entertain his wife while he was on the road coaching.

The remote landed on by a paw, activated the machine, the dildo slashing outward and tapping Regis on a rib. It spooked him and he jumped down from the table and left it gyrating, fucking air. The hydraulics noisy, it at least kept Summer company. The remote sliding away landed on the floor in the feline's escape. Another button activated sent a second dildo into use, this one modeled after their son Elliot. Darryl may not have been a true genius like their adopted son, but he was twisted, grooming the boy to someday be a master like Darryl. Margo's master in case anything ever happened to him. He had yet to assume control. He loved his mom, the only mother he ever knew.

"This is a house of horrors." Summer wheezed! "Eric's doing this on purpose to scare me, to think I can't handle this. How else do you explain the animal? It hasn't attacked me so it must be tame. That or toying with his food. Oh, fuck! Eric? Please come up here." Not yet! Kim was still crying out downstairs. As was another woman. What was going on down there?

Even with the new racket of the dueling sex machine, Regis stalked the attic catching scent of Summer's discharged urine, standing behind her this time. Thirsty and with no source of water handy, the cat lapped at the puddle on the floor. Liquid was liquid to him, to a wild animal it was natural. Knowing he was at her feet Summer squealed and let loose another stream down her thighs.

Discovering the rainfall, he lapped at her thighs and moved upward to her ass crack. Ticklish as all get out, she wiggled about. Unable to get a good drink. the big cat raised a paw up as if to stop her movement. In the process one of his dagger like claws snagged the leather cocoon around her tightly enclosed body. Stuck there he tried to release it but ended up just tossing her about like a ragdoll from her wench line hook. Let the screams begin!

Summer thought he was attacking her rather than simply trying to dislodge his claw. Rearing up on his hind legs he tried again with his other paw to hold her firm. Silly puss! Now he had two paws stuck in the leather, thankfully not her flesh. Let the piss flow freely.

In his captured state, Summer's body was dancing about trying to drag him along. Two paws hung up counterbalanced her sway. Still thirsty, he began licking her ass, digging his tongue up between her thigh gap to find the source.

"OH, MY GOD! DON'T EAT ME!"

He wasn't trying to make you dinner Summer Winstead, merely quench his thirst. Your pussy just got in the way. Convulsing under the unpredicted tongue-lashing Summer couldn't help but cum. Humiliation at its finest. Never in a million years would she imagine what some might term as bestiality, yet never intended to be so. Regis was just a naive beast needing sustenance. He also needed to get free. Snarling at his predicament he tossed her about until one claw came unhooked.

A light switch turned on lit the attic up allowing a blinded Summer to slowly regain vision and react to seeing only a paw at her hip, the one dragging her body about. Footsteps coming upstairs Summer presumed it to be Eric. Wrong answer! The police?

"OH, CRAP!"

Officer Mitchell Byrd went up into the attic after he and Brian Hancock had heard noises. Brian ditched his buddy however to go get dressed, due to the fact he and his brother's dates were arriving soon. Mitch hearing the snarl flew up the stairs and saw what he presumed an attack. Finding Summer strung up like a side of beef stunned him even more. She didn't look bloody, and the cat did stop moving to look his way.

"What the fuck?"

Mitch knew of Regis, Brian warning him not to freak out and that the cat was tame, but this sure looked bad. Summer whimpering in her bonds made Mitch raise a palm. "Try to relax. I'll coax him away."

Ignoring Mitch, Regis opted to lick Summer some more. Mitch could literally see the cat's tongue wagging between her thigh gap, her eyes rolling back at the sensitivity of it. Was it sad Byrd froze there just to watch it? Tilting his gaze he took a picture of her dire situation with his cell. He needed proof to show others he wasn't bullshitting. Pic became video as Summer gushed. In another fierce dance, Regis' hung up claw tore the leather and he was free. Dropping into a crouch watching Byrd, the cat resumed licking the wood floor of urine.

"Now I've seen it all."

Foot falls coming up behind him he found Eric Crowe shocked by Byrd's presence. "Mitchell? What are you doing here?"

"What's up, Crowes Feet? Long time, Brother."

Behind Eric was a very naked, sweat drenched Kimberly Hines. "You guys adopt a pet? Two maybe?" Summer's orgasm was receding and her eyes were now focusing on Eric's arrival. Her whines contained, she attempted to show him she was tougher than her urinating let on.

"Margo's cat. He won't hurt you."

"I wasn't worried about me, I have mace in my pocket." He laughed! "Who's your future butterfly?"

"No one! Just a useless slut."

Eric sneered at her as Kim stepped up to hug him from the side. Annoyed by her, Eric who had the last two hours to think on what Margo had instructed him with, used her loving attitude against Kim. Snatching up her hair, he spat in her face.

"TAKE YOUR WHORE ASS OUT TO THE GARAGE LOFT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU UNTIL MORNING. GO!" Shoving her away, Kim wept and scurried down the stairs; still wearing Eric's dog collar, tag jingling.

"Nice!" Byrd grinned, "You fellas sure are stepping it up."

"Go downstairs, Byrdy. We'll talk later."

"Right! Uh?" He waved at Summer. "Nice body you got there, Butterfly. Glad you didn't get eaten up." Close enough! Her pussy was still reeling from a sandpaper tongue. Talk about punishment.

"Close the door on your way out. Lights off too." Eric had stepped to the fallen candle and found the lighter, illuminating what was left of the chewed-up wax.

"Gotcha!"

Heading downstairs Byrd made his way toward the basement, leaving poor officer Bebe Service still mumbling in her sleep. "I might need to build me up a few sex slaves. I can't let these younger boys hog all the glory. I might just start with Gracie's mom Bianca. Our rendezvouses need some spicing up." House calls would be made.

Door clicked! Lightbulbs off, Eric had Summer in his sights. Thinking to herself she recalled her earlier words. "Here goes! Time for him to baby me and ask if I'm alright." Circling her as Regis had, the cat looked up at him with curiosity. Crouching behind Summer, Eric petted the cat.

"Good boy! Go lay down."

Eric then stood up and moved to the poker table, the cat following him. Finding the toppled remote he shut down the dildos and left Regis to lay under the table panting. Silence once more, Eric returned to Summer, facing her and reaching out to flick a nipple with his index finger. Eying her reaction he opted to flick the other nipple. Nothing! Just a stare! Both hands rising he gripped both of her nipples and squeezed them as hard as he could. A muffled scream she like Regis began panting, only through her nostrils. A slap to her breasts led to multiple impacts. Could she have been wrong about Eric?

"Morning is a long way off, Summer. Or should I say, Butterfly? Byrd had a good nickname there. Recall that old movie the Butterfly Effect? Ashton Kutcher's character Evan would pass out and be able to travel back in time. I go back in time a lot picturing you, Butterfly. Wishing I could change the past. You know what I'd have done if I could really go back in time?"

She shook her head no but found his words intoxicating, his demeanor even more thrilling. "I'd have tied you up and raped your sorry ass. Show you even I could have treated you way better than all of those losers you used to let me watch you play with. Better in the sense of showing, you who I am now.

"See, if I went back as myself but in my old body, you'd have been my bitch. I lost my virginity but that would have been with you a year earlier had I traversed time. So, I may not be able to change the past, but I can certainly alter our future. This is MY TIME!" He choked her to get her to stare deeper into his eyes. "MY TIME!" Pee flowed again. Smelling it fresh, Eric sighed.

"Don't warp Margo's floor. The house is old."

He shoved her away, her harnessed cocoon lending her to spin. Each time her sight found Eric he had moved on into the darkness. Returning with a flogger he immediately stopped her sway.

"Eric Crowe is only here when I let him out. Right now? I'm the Butterfly Collector. Remember that movie?" She nodded, recalling the plot even as he filled her in verbally. "Terence Stamp was a butterfly collector who won a football pool and bought a country house with the winnings. This house... " He looked around him, then eerily nodded with an unblinking glare. "... IS deep in the country. Stamps character Freddie Clegg, impeccable memory." He tapped a finger on his temple meaning himself and his vast knowledge of movies. "He kidnapped his old crush, art student Miranda Grey. Long before 50 Shades." He licked her cheek feeling her tremble.

"He held Miranda captive in his basement... attic in this case." He circled behind her and pinched her ass roughly making her tense up and squeal. "Now In Freddie's case, he brought her clothes and books to read just to get to know him better, against her will. Their initial agreement was to stay one month there then be set free. His decision, not hers. Fear of the unknown on Miranda's part.

"She liked it but didn't! A Grey area! Funny that Miranda's last name was Grey, wasn't it? Confused! Intrigued! Terrified of what came after that month was up. Would Freddie keep his word and set her free? Did she truly want to be free? Not to be confused by the movie Butterflies Are Free." Dramatic pause he drew back with his flogger and swatted her legs. Juices flowed!

"As a butterfly collector Freddie felt the power of his hobby. To some it might appear weak, possibly feminine. But I don't believe so. His favorite specimen was a monarch. MONARCH! A ruler!" Flogged with two strikes! Whimpers heard, she dribbled a continual stream of pussy juices onto the floor from her toes.

"Tell me, Butterfly, do you want to be freed?"

"NOOOOOO!" She cried spitting heavily around her ball gag. Moving to her neck he unclasped her gag then moved around her to rip it from her lips.

"What was that?"

"No!" She spoke with fear in her eyes. "Please don't let me go."

"I told you your curfew. When the sun rises, butterflies take flight. I'm leaving the gag off; one scream and you're stuck in that leather prison until high noon. We both know I have to be at work by 11:00, so, that would mean you remain stuck up there until I get home. Long time, Summer. It gets really hot up here around midday. All alone, everyone that lives here at work or forbidden to come to your assist. Answer me one question."

"Anything!"

"What would be my Rotten Tomatoes Score?"

"So, this was simply an act?" She pouted!

"Night, Butterfly." He tossed the flogger aside, blew out the candle and headed for the stairs. "Let's go, Regis." The cat jumped up and followed Eric downstairs. As the door opened and closed Summer Winstead giggled.

"100% FRESH, MONARCH!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. At the door, he heard her and grinned, pumping his fist out of triumph.

"Take that Siskel and Ebert!"

"God, I hope he didn't think that was me screaming."

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Outdoors! Thirty minutes prior to Eric's reign.

Jeffrey Hancock had made a quick run to the barn for rope and hurried back. He knew Darryl Needy kept long stretches of thick one-inch rope in spools of 100 feet. Returning post haste, aware that his own free time was running out with the Pushycat girls Crista and Olivia ready to show up at any time, he wanted to help Margo achieve a goal. Seeing her flashlight on top of the cage facing straight down into the cougar pen he had a hunch she was already inside the pen.

"Man, I hope she doesn't leave like twenty footprints in the wet concrete, Dad is going to have a cow if he has to smooth it out again. I just hope this rope trick works. If I can dangle her just right, she can just leave her tit trench. Might even coax her into a butt bowl." He laughed in transit. "I love making Margo do shit, she's so into doing what we tell her." Almost there! Not in the cage yet, standing by the door.

"Are you sure that you're strong enough to support my dead weight, Jeffrey?" He sat the spool down and caught his breath from the rapid run back, a good football field in distance.

"Yeah! Let's get you harnessed up. The rope is light weight so if you drag it on the concrete, it won't leave a trail. If you keep all of your weight clinging to the fence, I can drag the rope through the mesh and restrain you. I'll lower your upper body, just keep your legs straight when I do. Unless of course, you want kneecap indentations too."

"I'd like to leave a clean breast bowl as deep as I can press down into the concrete. I want it to look stylish." She giggled! "Tie me up, Master."

"Are you back to letting us be masters over you again?"

"You will always be my master, Jeffrey. All I requested was that during my time when I need to do things for myself you all honor my temporary freedom. Once the loan gets approved, and I am optimistic it will, then I can settle back into your desires of me. During the building process when contractors are here, I might need to be myself more too. We shall see. In a way, I'm glad all of you have some girls to keep you busy. You and Brian seem awful chummy with the Pushycat girls." She spoke as he began wrapping her in rope, choosing to encircle both breasts numerous times to tighten them up into a better bulge, glossy in the flashlights timid glare. "Mm! I love having my tits bound up. Darryl used to do that and parade me around by the end of the rope like a leash. I so miss Darryl showing me off."

"Glad to help show you off one of these days. Okay lift your arms." He went beneath her pits in a cross over then down between her legs. The rough texture amid her labia made her tense. "You might get rope burn down here."

"I'm tough." She kissed his cheek while leaning back into him. "Be as rough as you want, just don't scar me until after the board meeting tomorrow."

"I'll try not to." He laughed! "I'll leave your legs mobile to move easier along the fence." Ropes meeting, he tied a knot in the center of her back. "Okay, positioning you just right, I should be able to keep you aloft. Show me your contortion skills Momma."

Moving to the door Margo eased her body around the fence facing it at first, staying two inches above the concrete as toes and fingers found grips in the mesh to move herself along.

"I should be a cat burglar."

"You have the pussy."

"The rope is rubbing my clit. I might cum doing this."

"I dare you." He chuckled! "As soon as you get into position rotate around carefully and put your back to the fence. Don't slip."

"I got this don't you worry, Master." She beguiled him with a sly grin, he having fun watching her scale the interior fence. He even pinched a nipple as her tit pressed through a link. "Now don't make it me slip on purpose." Jeffrey sucked on the other just for laughs. "JEFFREY!"

"Sorry! Couldn't resist."

"No man can." She winked at him. "They all want me."

"I know that for a fact, Miss Bonfire 2026."

"We'll go bigger in 2027."

"Right there with you, Beautiful." He confidently promised. "That's about right. With one hand, reach behind you and pass the long length of the rope up to me, I'll thread it through all the way before you turn to face inward."

"One rope coming up."

Margo did as she was told until reaching the end of the very lengthy rope. As he gauged the right link to bring it through, she waited patiently until all of the rope was drug outside and scratching her ribcage.

"Making my turn now."

"Go slow! I'll hold your balance as long as you don't drop your feet."

"I won't! Have faith in me, I'm Catwoman." Her turn to face inwardly went perfect.

"That make me Batman?"

"Of course! I am right under the bat signal." Flashlight pointing down left her shadow on the concrete like a bat in flight the lower he gave her slack. "Just don't lose your grip."

"Keep your toes anchored and don't break a nail."

"This is fun." She snickered! "I hope the concrete isn't so dry I barely leave a mark. I want to dip down as deep as I can."

"Takes a good 48 hours to set hard. You should still be good at 7 hours."

"Touching down now. I feel like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible." Three... two... both tits touching. "It's so cold." She tensed up! "I'm sinking pretty easily. Lower me another two inches tops." Done! Rope creaked along with a twang in the fence creating vibrations as he gave her slack. "Stop! My sternum is barely touching. My entire breasts are sinking in. We did it, Master."

"Good job! Next time we target Mann's Chinese Theater." He laughed! For some reason mentioning Chinese he thought of Yon Kim his Korean love interest. He needed to text her soon. "Ready to ease your way back up?"

"Go very slow so I don't mess up the impressions." Easing her upward slowly with strain she reached the fence and grabbed hold. Looking down at her artwork the holes were nearly flawless, even her nipples left tiny trenches. "Yes! Purrrrfect! Catwoman would be proud."

"You want to leave your ass imprint too? Food and water dishes?"

"You read my mind. Should I go right or back toward the door? You'll need to re-thread the rope."

"Go further to the right. I say leave three feet in between tits and ass."

"Do they make dicks that long?" She cracked herself up and repositioned to her right. Once locked in, she lured the rope back through until it got to the end. Watching Jeff go from link to link to keep from losing his end he had her ready for another turn.

"Okay! You're going backwards now so just hold onto the rope along with me and squat."

"Ready?" She turned around and gripped the rope he had drawn back through until taunt.

"Cop a squat, Catwoman."

Lowering slowly, her butt cheeks grew damp and squishy. Careful not to wiggle, she felt the rope between her legs tighten up and sink deep between both her butt crack and her cunt. "Shit! My clit's on fire."

Squat sinking enough, she retreated, pulling herself back upright. Once attached to the fence, Jeff loosened his grip and reached up to move the flashlight over for a better look. A perfect ass print decorated the foundation. "We do good work, Jeffrey."

Car lights shining on them, they froze to see who it was. On the truck hood of the Pushycat Sanctuary vehicle sat Brian Hancock laughing his ass off at Margo and Jeff. Grill nearly touching the cage Brian stood up on the hood and jumped up on top of the cage roof in a clatter.

"Loop that rope up here, Big Brother."

"What are you doing?"

Margo squealed as Jeffrey laughed and escorted his end of the rope up through the cage top. A swift link to link transition Brian had the rope dead center of the cage and drawn tight. Yelping, Margo lost her grip on the cage mesh and found her body swaying as Brian tugged the rope so tight her feet never touched the concrete. Margo Needy was hanging in the center literally by her cunt, tits, and armpits.

"BRIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAN!"

Crista and Olivia shut their truck lights off to avoid blinding Margo and stepped out. Totally naked as ordered by the Hancock boys they felt badly for Margo and hugged the fence next to her. "For what it's worth, we brought food for Regis." Crista winced! "That has to hurt." The rope up inside Margo's labia, the friction made the homeowner express pain.

Brian jumped down after tying the rope to the roof mesh, shutting off her flashlight. "There! Right at home. Cougar PENata!" He laughed! "Now Regis can come out here and bat you around until candy falls out."

"I'm raising your rent." Margo giggled! "Rope burns hurt like a... me."

"You said you were tough." Jeffrey laughed!

"I am! Trust me, Darryl put me through far worse than this."

"Let's store that food in the garage." Jeff nodded as he hugged Crista. Whispering, "I'm proud of what you did earlier."

"Are you?" She pouted! "I think I scarred my nephew for life. My sister might sue me once she hears what Liv and I did."

"Brian and I will talk to your sister once she come's home next week. You just keep being obedient."

"You just keep fucking me hard." She jabbed his rib playfully. "Help me keep my mind off of that hairbrained stunt."

As they walked back to the truck, Brian had Olivia tossed up over his shoulder and was walking across the yard into the darkness. About thirty yards out he sat her down and ordered her to run. Screaming, she took off like a bolt of lightning, Brian giving chase. Good thing the ladies only wore shoes with small shards of shot out windshield glass around. Crista let Jeff drive her truck to the garage. With only Kimberly Hines in her loft, she greeted them while texting on her cell. Naked like the Cougar girls, she watched the brothers Hancock move wild game pieces into a freezer along the wall. Once they left Kim giggled to herself over a text.

"Daddy Crowe is coming to see me tomorrow to get the dog collar. I better hide Studly's collar under my bed so it's hard to find." Heckle in the main house, Jeckle on his way out to fuck her silly tomorrow. She knew her tattoo meant something important. Birds of a feather fuck together. Click! Click! Tap! Tap! "See you in the morning, Daddy." Heart! Heart!

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Dangling in darkness outside, just as Summer Winstead dangled inside, Margo controlled her movement and her emotions. Well-trained in her long years with Darryl Needy she was accustomed to establishing a strong pain threshold. Watching the truck lights on Crista's truck shine on the ladies Margo saw the two women crawling on their hands and knees toward the house. Jeff and Brian in the truck following behind them. The horn blaring constantly the women moved along as fast as they could. There was no shattered glass in that area thankfully.

"My babies are growing up so very fast." Margo sighed. Hearing a light growl, she peered down at the opened cage door to find Regis sitting in the moonlight. "What are you licking your whiskers for?" Then it dawned on her. "STOP!" Hands held out in front of her, "Don't come inside." Something she never thought she would tell any male. She meant the cage. Shockingly, the cat obeyed. Instead, he climbed the exterior of the fence and walked to the center to lay down right over her. Purring vividly Margo had to laugh.

"Cat on a hot tin roof." HA! "Pussy on a hot thin rope."

It was going to be a long night.

Bo-legged by morning.

Models did love the catwalk.