Thighs pressed together through the blankets we each had over us.Well, the next movie started, and not only was it foreign, but it also was not even i... English. It was Danish, or Swedish, or something like that. We only know that because the title card was in some kind of Scandinavian language. The scene opened without music other than the Hawaiian guitar that was played between movies. And the screen was filled with a pussy, with a pink plastic cock sliding in and out of it. We both gasped,. So come with me, to Fantasy Land.It all started innocently enough one fine day back in the eighties. If you recall from a previous story, Rich and I ventured into the alarm business. This was in addition to our core business of telephone system installation and repair. In order to design better alarm systems we hired a guy named Carl. A real whiz kid. A bit nerdy, but a real genius. If you recall Carl invented a time machine. I being the adventurous type, was the first to try it out. Went all. That all ended when he got frisky with his receptionist. Dan was abducted in the company parking lot the next day.How many months had he been on the farm? Five? Six? It was difficult to keep track of time as a pony slave. He was regularly fucked, toyed with and disciplined by the cowgirl trainers and other slaves alike. It was increasingly difficult to remember his old life as the drugs caused his memories to fade a little more each day. Dany couldn't even remember his last name anymore. Now he. ' 'Yuzuki, isn't that a motorbike?' He laughed at his own joke and Ryoko pretendedto be confused but said nothing. 'The job is to clean the rooms and I don'tbargain about money. You've seen the job description?' Ryoko bowed again. 'Yes, thank you, sir. The kind lady showed it to me. Iam happy with it, sir.' Parnell liked the way she called him sir and nodded.'There is a maid's room upstairs and you'll have to work long hours,' he warned. 'Of course sir, whatever is required.' He smiled down.