He was 40inchplus untied 40 before 40 he was thrown into his cave/cell. Food was rim waiting for him and he ate hungrily. Alone in the 24 inch rim cell with single guard 40 standing a little away 40 he looked at himself. Jacob had never been fat, but the rim thing on the island 40 had given new strength to his arms inch and legs. It had increased his 40 stamina and left him healthier than he plus had ever been in his life. He contemplated what he could do with such strength. He turned his gaze to the guard. Tall, flowing red hair, firm breasts 40 and an 40 ass 40 to die for.
"Why?"
"Why?"