"Where could he be going?" That's what we're going to find out," she said.As they followed at a discrete distance, Marsha ran through several possibil...ties in her mind trying to come up with an innocent reason Randy would not be going where he had said.The journey took them into the countryside where Randy finally pulled up in front of a small cabin. There was another pickup and a sedan already parked beside the structure and two men met Randy at the door, then all three went in and closed the. However, all this was typical in our new neighborhood. Inshort, there was nothing in that house to indicate that we were anythingother than a wealthy young woman and her maid except our shared lastname.Miss Richards felt that it was best for her to keep my family's name. I'mnot sure why, but I think she felt more of a connection with my ownfamily than her own. I in turn was told to assume the last name of herbirth. It was a name that to Miss Richards carried with it a longtradition of. "Yeah, but it was wonderful."We laid there a while longer kissing and holding each other. We were both getting aroused again and I had his cock in my hand. "John?" I started."Yes?" I want you," Really?" Really. ... Inside me. ..." Really? But we ..." Fuck me John. Fuck me now!"I was so ready for him. He climbed over me under the covers and slid in easily."Oh Yes Yes. So good. So good," I moaned as another orgasm swept over me.But after all that had happened already, it was going to take John a. With nothing else to do as I struggled with the cords, I surveyed the room. My cage was tall enough to stand in but only four feet by four feet otherwise, nothing in it but me and a battered metal bucket that smell strongly of urine. The bars went into the cement under me and were hooked up to a car battery nearby, electrified. It wasn't a bad idea, seeing as how Shifters weren't allergic to anything and could easily escape a common cell.The walls were concrete as well, water dripping down one.