- You're getting wet, nigger. Your body knows what it was made forI grinned and looked at her downturned face.- LOOK AT ME, nigger. You know deep down... this is what you were born for; bred for.If she could get red, I'm sure she'd been lighting up like a neon lightwith shame, but she slowly lifted her head and looked at me.- Tell me you're a dirty nigger whore, monkey.My hands were still groping her roughly.- I'm a dirty nigger whore, sir, she replied... A lot quicker than last time, and louder. We just now brought you out from under. We will keep you here for a few days for monitoring but you should be able to leave by the end of the week." How long have I been here?" Just under two weeks." What happened to my nose?" He smiled, "Well, a bit of bad luck there. When you fell your wife fell on top of you and hit your nose with her elbow. "Fraid you aren't going to be quite as handsome with that new bend in your beak." He chuckled at what he must have considered a joke.Sounding stupid,. Seeing the smiling Lisa coming fromMarcy's room was a great relief for Mark's parents. They had been worriedabout their son for a while though, but since he had made it clear duringthe last meals they had shared that he rather be left alone they hadrespected that wish, at least up until now. It was good to see that Markwas still hanging out with friends or at least his girlfriend though.They'd respect his wish to be left alone a little longer, but maybe nextweek or so it would be nice to try. Tom wrote up the letter and envelope. He put it in the mail slot and went back to his disk to eat the sandwich he brought with him. Tom wondered how each of the women in office would be using him for their own pleasure and satisfaction.Chapter 4Tom's job is never done.(12: NOON)While Tom ate his sandwich, he read the typed sheet inside the first envelope. Each of the women wrote their own special kinks so that no one but Tom would know exactly what each of them liked done to them. One thing.