Gradually, I moved to the center of the floor. I did the hustle. I did the bump. I did the bus stop. By the time I got to the point move, all eyes ...were on me. I even slipped in a little funky chicken. I was feeling the groove and in my own world. I didn’t bother scoping the room for women. It was Debbie who first approached me. She was petite with platinum blond hair wearing heels and a purple glitter dress with one strap over her right shoulder.We danced to ABBA, KC and the Sunshine. She arranged for me to come over one day while her roommate was gone. I got there and she looks a lot better half naked then when I saw her on the street. She opened the door and was wearing just some tight panties and a tank top. Her ass was round and she had a tattoo on her thigh and her back. She led me upstairs and we went into her room. She closed the door and told me to take my pants off. She took her shirt off and I saw she probably had about a B cup. My dick was getting hard but not. ” They would say that I was a doggie, make me strip completely naked, and then walk around only on my hands and knees. I also had to assume a begging position if they told me to beg, which they did more and more frequently. The worst thing about the doggie game was that I was said to be “housebroken.” That meant that if I had to make pee or poo poo, I couldn’t do it in the toilet or even in the house. I had to let them know by pointing to my private parts and then begging to be taken out. It just sort of happens.”“Go take your bath,” he said. “I may take a dip in the stock tank.”“But the water in that is freezing,” she objected.“Precisely,” he said, with a wan smile.Two hours later Mandy finished blow-drying her hair. All she did was comb it out. She was wearing a robe and felt lethargic. There were still some aches and pains, but they were more on the annoying side of things than the ‘I-need-help-right-now!’ category. She thought about just going to bed, but it was still too.