My fur hid the damage mostly. I was probably bruised all over but it was only places where they had broken the skin with the fur matted with blood tha... you could see the damage they had wrought.Sandra came to rub salt in my wounds, with another round of her "training".By the end of the day I had gone from barely able to move to completely unable to move. Fresh wounds dripping blood on the straw of my cage, a bowl of dog food my only meal.Sunday was just as bad if not worse. Pain became my whole. " You talked about me with your mom?" She asked me why I was looking so depressed, and I told her that you didn't want me coming over to see you any more. That's when she told me to wait awhile and try you again." It made you depressed when I told you that I didn't want you to come over any more?" Not depressed exactly. More like sad. I like hanging around with you." I was sad too, Jimmy, right after you turned around and left. I almost yelled out to call you back, but it would have been. My mom keeps a bottle of alcohol and some little towels in the drawer, so I figure she always sanitizes things after each use.For some reason when I used my mom's toys, I never gave much thought to the fact that they've surely been on, or in her pussy, her asshole and who knows where else before they ever touched mine. Maybe if I had thought more about it I would have felt weird using them, but I never really did.Back to my room I scampered, Big Blue Boy in hand. I knew the Orgasm Express had. Christine was stroking Maria's hand, but her attention was focused on me.My attention was on Maria. For a long breath, nothing happened. Then, something changed in Maria's face. I knew I had her, but I needed the confirmation. Christine saw it as well, but she did as I had indicated. Maria needed to speak. To emphasize the point, I opened my hand toward her and cocked my head.Maria bobbed her head once and said, "Si." followed by a fit of coughing which broke the tension. I turned to Francine.