Cook also excused him and he slung the strapof his bag over his shoulder and headed back to his room. He turnedon his computer and found the calendar...program. It came up withtoday's date showing dining room service from 7:30 to 8:30, lunch from11:30 to 1:30 and dinner from 5:30 to 7:30. There was also an entryfor 2:00 for Doctor Fine, the ophthalmologist.He toggled forward on the calendar. The dining room hours were thesame every day. Tomorrow there were entries for Dental Clinic at. Instead, he called the kitchen to order breakfast for four and checked himself out in the full-length mirror. The jeans were new and fit well, the t-shirt a plain, black v-neck. Pilar had been trying to convince him that t-shirts were underwear, not meant to be worn in public. Nick had pointed out this was an odd position for someone who wore underwear in public for a living to take. He wore it today deliberately because the outfit looked as much like he used to dress as he could manage. He. "Sorry about that. I just woke up early and couldn't sleep, I have too much on my mind." He explained. Then he looked at me critically for a moment "How are you doing, by the way?" and he gave me a slow once over."Great!" I answered "Well ... I am a bit sore here and there ... but that's the life of a slave girl when she's owned by an insatiable sex god." I finished grinning again. He rolled his eyes, and then cupped my chin in his hand."Ann?" He asked a little tentatively, almost automatically. Again I can hear him digging through his bag. He pours cold liquid over my asshole and then rubs it in and around the tight ring. Holding it in front of my face he silently shows me the anal plug. It is thick and red, and it makes me shake with fear. I am shaking my head back and forth no, but he pays me no attention. Slowly he starts to shove the plug into me. I scream in muffled pain as it stretches me and fills me in a way I didnt know was possible. When hes satisfied with it being all the.