"And, anyway, I'd like to see her."I flinched, but Agatha said nothing. It was too close to the truth, but no less than a father--an ordinary father--...might say."Fine," she said. "When are you leaving?" I arrived at Katherine's dorm in the late afternoon, when I was sure she would be out of her classes. I'd brought the saddle, but left it behind in the trunk of the car. I hadn't even told her I was coming.It was a concrete building built in the seventies. Cold, like a prison. Lights dangled on. My life, from this point forward, would be nothing more than a continuation of the daily routine of absolute obedience and sexual exploitation that I had lived for the past several months. My master might tire of me and sell me to a new owner, but that would be little more than a change of decor; in essence, my life would remain one of perfect and constant sexual service to my master and any men or women he might choose to make me available to, completely devoid of any choices or preferences of. Now she walked over and set beside me. “Do you mind?” she said as she pushed my hand aside and started running her fingers lightly up and down my dick. “Let me help you,” I said as I pushed my drawers and pants down to my ankles and stepped out leaving myself naked from my waist down.Monica had worked herself into a wet, horny condition that had to be relieved. She stood up and removed her sweat pants and thong. I could smell her excitement as I ran my hand between her legs, feeling her wet. Suddenly a paradox slapped me. The dull, brushed silver streak down the FULL length of her back was actually a wide zipper with large teeth. The new trend for big and obvious zippers down the full front or back wasn't the surprise. But this one seemed to be inverted. The tang was at the bottom! Maybe it wasn't uncommon, but it was the first I'd seen, and it made sense.It was open to her knees, about eight inches, to allow her to walk. My middle leg turning to stone alerted me as profoundly as.