Starting that day, I sank into a state of depression. I even consideredkilling myself so I would not be a bother or burden to anyone. Why not?I was fe...eling worthless and so unloved.I lost almost all interest in life. Most days, I would just sit andstare at the television. My appetite was almost nonexistent. I atelittle and losing weight.Mrs. Jones, bless her, grew concerned about me. Even though, as I said,I know she just tolerated because of my friendship with Amy, she hatedto see me wasting. Apparently I'm not the only one who enjoys watching the furies of the storms. I heard the secretary seal the door behind me and waited for the meeting to begin."Sit down Ilias, at ease," Zaim said, his back still towards me. As I took a seat in front of his desk, I couldn't help but notice a new Security shirt folded on his desktop, the green and blue hemispheres of Class Level 3 clearly visible. I didn't think Zaim would be cruel enough to tease me, and breathed a sigh of relief.Zaim heard my. I am going to pump up the rectal balloon a bit more... there, and turn the vibrator on to a nice humming low drone... very good... grrrrr. This is getting me very hot and my cock is straining, bulging at the air holes of my Lucite Cock Cage.Okay, Sylvia. So they actually picked me up (They all go to the gym 5 times a week!) and carried me to the bedroom where I found my blond goddess, Sylvia, laying there in white stockings, garter belt and strappy high heels. Each of her big, pierced nipples. After a while of drinking in each other, enjoying the taste and scent of each other, we pulled apart.Looking around, the room was no palace, to be sure. It was furnished in a style best described as 'American Transient', utilitarian and no frills. We weren't there for the ambience though, and turned our attention back to each other.Angie started unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deftly, her eyes locked on mine. A smile teased her lips as if to say "You're mine now, and we're going to play just my.