The days in the pens were awful, except for Miro, but I hadn't really dared to think about what would happen to me. When I realized that I was a slave...it filled me with horror and dread so my mind tended to move away from that.It was different now. I was on my way to a new place and a new life and I had no idea what it was. I didn't even know the name of the fat man or his profession. He seemed wealthy though. I didn't doubt that he would make me work for my keep and work hard but what kind of. ”She pulled away from my mouth after a few minutes and I could feel a long string of spit run from my mouth to the rubber shaft as it broke and landed cold on my chest. Breathing heavily trying to catch my breath I could hear her go back to her bag of tricks once more.Her fingers grabbed my hard nipples and twisted hard bring a deep groan from both of us. I could hear her licking something a second before I felt something wet on my right nipple. The sound of something turning filled the room. " They have wives," Denise said.Nodding her head, Candy said, "A scientist would be very lucky to have a wife that came into the lab and eased his tensions, but most wives aren't like that." Maybe," Denise said.Candy looked over at Denise and said, "Dale and Claire told me about the program that you are in. I think you might want to find a scientist for a husband. If I understand the program correctly, you'll be a good wife for a scientist." You think quite highly of scientists," Denise. Sitting on a curb was a huge, slobbering St. Bernard with a small brandy keg beneath its neck. Next to him was a sign stating five dollars a shot. "Would you like a drink, neighbor? My treat to warm you up and ease inhibitions." No thank you. Alcohol is the Devil's work. I don't partake and never will!" That's crazy talk, woman! This dog is a Saint. He won't steer you wrong. Besides you might need it for what I have in mind," she added with a sardonic smile and knowing wink."In that case, make.