He placed bits of root, leaves and flowers in his dehydrator to dry and began to prep other bits for his juicer. He went to his mice cage, glad that h...e had gotten a dozen 'feeder mice' from the pet store just last week. Feeder mice were cheap and while they weren't the best test subjects, they were adequate for his research. Watching them for a few moments he selected ten mice and placed them in isolation cages.He extracted juice from each part of the plant separately. The leaves and flowers. ‘Left or right?’ he prompted. When I looked outside, snow was falling heavily and the wind had picked up. I took a deep breath and pulled myself together enough to give him directions out of town and up the mountain. He didn’t try to talk to me on the drive, other than occasionally to prompt me for directions. I didn’t understand, but I was grateful. Weren’t men supposed to try to fix everything? Not all of them, apparently. At least one could listen without judging. I felt wrung out. I’d lost. I was meant to spend the day using this beautiful little body for any atrocity that came to mind. Torture her, spread her, pierce her, making her tight little entrances no more than gaping little holes but, instead, I was here, lying on my side hearing her breathe and the way her moans was lacking voice, the voice she had already lost screaming.I wouldn't be able to rape her to the point of breaking her body, at least not for now. I couldn't figure why. I slid my thumb across her moist and. I was a virgin at my high school graduation while all the other girls had boys drooling over them. But after hearing that jingle and I'm immediatley turned on. I like stripping for guys who pay me just to show them my small titties and my flat ass. And I would do it for free but if I get payed to be told what to do like a dog it makes me feel like a slut. And being so slutty and dirty turned me on. I masturbated every day at high school in the room behind that small door in the washroom and I'd.