That was my fantasy name for myself. Uh, you know. Pretending I was like Elvis Presley, a handsome stud popular with the women who-who looked just lik...e the guy in the mirror. My word, I thought, I couldn't go to the office like this! Who would understand? How could I explain to them what I couldn't explain to myself? I called in sick."No problem, Butch," responded the boss. You could actually hear the leer on his face. "If I'd left with Vyvica Kesselsen, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed. I still had my hard cock in my hand as I listened intently for any sound. “Come on baby give it to me…” I heard clearly. This time I heard two male voices muttering something, then clearly “Come on bitch suck our dicks…” Shit!!! My mind ran wild with the thought of this little gal on her knees sucking on a couple of big fat cocks. My heart raced. If it wasn’t for the look she gave me when we met, I would be knocking on her door right now. I could just make out the “Mm-mm-mmm” of a female voice,. Shutting her eyes she began to think about a beautiful woman kissing her and she slowly began to play with her clitoris. For an hour she played and probed her pussy trying to get there but even the thought of a woman’s tongue touching, kissing, licking her wasn’t enough. She continued, her fingers flying in and out of her, moaning as the pleasure seemed to build but slowly but subside moments after. Suddenly the door burst open Emma’s heart jumped into her throat as she frantically grabbed for. The cells were obviously only intended to hold one. She'd been pushed in with a Japanese girl. The two of them had barely enough space to curl up on the floor at the same time. Clegg had kept them shackled and gagged. The only times that they had any freedom at all was when they were fed.It had been a long day. Bethany wondered how many more there would be before they were killed or before? What?This day they'd been told they had to learn how to behave. She guessed that meant Clegg had.