I am leaving the city of Brockton forever, folks. Saying goodbye to Massachusetts. I packed all of my belongings in a truck. I’ve got twenty four hu...ndred bucks on me. And I got nothing to lose. I’m a twenty-four-year-old Black male with a college degree. I don’t have any criminal record. I’m healthy. I got no wife and no brats. Life should be sweet. So why does everything I see fill me with bitterness? I hate what I’ve become. Folks, I’m not going to lie. I cry as I write these words. I feel so. I was right there and saw it," Robert replied."But that guy is as big as a house!" the cute boy, observed. "This Eric would have to be nuts to try that." Well, he tried!" Robert told him. "Not very well, but he tried. He got a broken arm for it, and was thrown against the concrete wall for his trouble. He busted his nose, and landed on the broken arm. He shrieked like a banshee!" Robert concluded. By now everyone in the lounge was gathered around and was listening to him, the TV forgotten."You. " My head sags against the tree as you let go of my hair.I'm sobbing and moaning now, but not fighting you anymore. My ass still hurts,but as I relax the hurt starts to ease. You're thrusting hard in and out ofmy ass, grinding my tender breasts against the tree with every thrust. I whimpersoftly. Soon the pain subsides and I slowly start to realize thatthrough it all, my pussy has continued to leak fluid down my legs. My moansturn now to moans of pleasure as I start to rock my hips back. It was very useful in terms of keeping my mind off Lisa and Michelle, not to mention Jack Junior, of course. The busier I was, the better, and the duties that I had were tedious, but certainly required enough focus to distract me. The sexual duties didn’t come up, but I knew that they were only a matter of time. I didn’t know what to expect, how it would be organized, if at all, but I looked forward to them, as did Margret and Zoe for their parts. Then again, the augmentation would certainly.