"I believe we have a communication problem slave," he said, stroking herwetness with a fingertip. "I will remove the gag if you promise respect?" "Umm...mppphhhh," she nodded. "Very well then," reaching up he removed the gag, rolling the ball from hermouth, leaving it around her neck like a necklace. "Now does that feel good slave?" Tatyana wiggled her jaw to get the cramps out. Then she arched her back andsighed. She was ready now, almost desperate. She tried to think of a responsebut her kind. She was running around hugging people and tryingto kiss them. I'm sure she was on meth or bath salts or something elseweird. She tried to grab me and I pushed her off, so she scratched me. Shecame back at me and I tried to throw her off but she kissed my neck here.Or maybe she bit me, I don't know. Either way, it's sore as hell. Thepolice came and arrested her and everything."Jake sucked in a quick breath as he walked over and inspected Abbey'sneck. It was red, and might have been in the shape. We don’t want any causalities in our ranks, nor do we want any interference from monsters in the mortal world. That’s why I have selected various sectors for each of you to patrol. It’s very important to maintain communication, so keep on the lookout for any distress signals or calls from others.”After that he unveiled a map which had various areas marked, I guess indicating where a group would be patrolling. I was surprised to see that the map contained more than the city itself. In fact, it. He placed two dishes on the table, but he only put the pasta on his dish. Then he took mine, dropped his trousers and lowered a nice brown turd onto the dish and placed it back in front of me. Then he took my glass and filled it with his golden piss. He put his trousers back up and sat back at the table. Then we had lunch. We talked about school and about football and other things, he had pasta and a coke, and I had his shit and piss. I enjoyed eating the turd with a fork and a knife for a.