Tell me what you want to eat. I’ll inform you when the food arrives.”I told her what I want to eat. At 9, she texted me, saying, “Food has arriv...d.” I went downstairs to have dinner. I wasn’t even able to make eye contact with her. I was so ashamed. I was quietly eating my dinner. After we finished our dinner, I wished her good night and decided to leave.But then she said, “Wait, I’ve got some alcohol for us, you wanna drink with me?” I said, “Sure.” Then I asked her, “You wanna smoke some. ”“Hell yea.”“And she loves black cock.”“Who’s the guy behind her?”“That’s just her cuck husband. He’s the clean up man.””Clean up huh.””Yea. Every time we make a mess he cleans it. And ther’ll be plenty of cleaning tonight too.“ Mick said laughing. “Go ahead cuck. Strip and get on your knees.“As I knelt naked one started laughing as he talked.“Man. That’s a small cock. No wonder she wants other cock. What does he do anyway?”“Anything we want him to.” d“Come over here bitch and deep throat. Bigger udders on women seemed to havethe same status as bigger breasts.Curiously enough men still had their nipples. It was only women that hadgone from Breasts and Nipples on their chests to Udders on theirstomachs.Sara flipped to the next channel and found slow motion footage of awoman in a red bathing suit running down a beach. Pamela Anderson,sporting an enormous udder sack was on her way to rescue a drowningvictim. Interesting enough Pamela's chest was completely bare. Herswimsuit covered. Any time anyone would approach, looking like they wanted to cause trouble, I'd start talking, just like I was having a discussion with those around me. Since they didn't know me, they'd ignore me, but the new kids would assume I was busy so they'd avoid me. Thus I set up a pattern where I spent most of my life alone, watching and studying other people. And when I got home, I'd spend all my time reading, both as an escape and as a way of learning what I was missing by not mixing with the other.