About eight months working with Anthony. Anthony, or Tony as she called him in private, was a full-grown man, whose family tended to treat him as a ch...ild. She guessed his age at two and twenty. Tall and well muscled. Dark hair. And the lightest blue eyes she'd ever seen. Tony had been born blind. He'd been sent out of the state when he was nine years old. He spent a few years learning how to read Braille. How to write both free hand with a ruler. As well as using the machine that writes in. His mind wonders, imagining the young girl on the other side of the door changing as well. His dick starts to grow, thinking of her smooth skin and lovely curves. He gets is trunks on and waits until Kenny is ready. Kenny finishes getting changed, purposely leaving her bra and panties on the top of her clothes pile on the couch. ‘HURRY UP LOOSER!!!!’ She yells as she opens the sliding glass door and gets a running jump into the pool. John hears her yelling and the splash of the water. He exits. But after his horrific experience in the cage, he had decided fairlyquickly to stifle any curiosity and keep himself to himself. He knewliterally nothing about his fellow inmates, not even whether they weremen or women ? and didn't care. They weren't his concern. He suspectedthat some of them had developed forms of sign language to speak to oneanother. But he considered it far too risky to try that. If he was goingto escape, he'd decided, it would be through playing along and lullinghis captors. .Kasia no longer felt. There was no pain. No exhaustion. Just unending numbness. One foot went in front of another, eyes half focused on the backs of the strangers before her. Where were they? How long had it been since the last rest? She couldn't say. Neither did she care.Left.Right."Camp! Camp!"The cry came from somewhere up ahead. Instinctively, the stream of refugees pressed to the left, up against the moving wagons. Kasia saw the uniformed rider coming down the road. Liuz's arm snaked.