She could almost cry, and he just laughed. What was this?The next morning, a man woke me up early. He unlocked my cage and put a collar around me. ...By now I knew that whatever happened to me, I couldn't fight back physically. I just had to resist becoming whatever it was they wanted me to be. I had to hold on to my dignity, my humanity, as long as I could.But every day he drove my humanity further and further out of me. I think it was two years he spent training me. That's my guess. I. Never in my life, in the showers after gym class, in the showers at the university where I worked out, had I ever seen a real, live uncut cock. I’d seen a few on videos, but they were semi-erect, this was one in its dormant state.I dropped to my knees, between Fred’s legs, and stared. Moved closer, getting a good look at it. “I’m a grower, not a shower” Fred said“It’s fine” I said. I know I was licking my lips in anticipation.I leaned forward, touching my tongue to Fred’s cockhead. Or, rather,. Tom and I had been amazed both at how difficult it was to tell that the route had been changed, and at how smooth the macadam road was to travel on.We arrived at the Hacienda very wet and uncomfortable, just as the rain ended for the time being. Anna and Yolanda were at the door to greet us and all my attention was focused on the huge super megawatt Anna smile I was receiving.I scooped Anna up in a long drawn out hug and kiss before setting her down, and listening to her laughing admonishment. Moe guided Joe on their journey to Yonkers, to a very nice modernist house. Small. A larger lot of land compared to the neighbors with their huge houses. With lovely beds of flowers and well-tended grass.The woman who stood from her plot of deep red roses, despite the dirty jeans and a faded flowery shirt tied off to expose her slightly thickened middle, gloves removed to wipe away sweat and the wisps of blonde hair not captured by the elastic that held the rest in a ponytail, had patrician.