“Wanna know how to keep your slut and your dog occupied on a rainy day?”
Her eyes begged him not to. He held up his first two fingers which he had dipped into the hardened bacon grease from breakfast. His eyes grinned as he watched her silent struggle of protest. Tied up and ready for use
she couldn’t get away. His fingers drove into her pussy, greasing her insides with the tangy lube.
Sucking his finger, he sat in his lounge chair and looked at her, his lips pursed.
The scent of bacon wafted around her. And then he whistled.