The point... ??I hadn’t been impregnated, I wasn’t pregnant. Laura never lied, she spoke the truth, but chose her words carefully to make me belie...e I was, at the time.Was I disappointed... ?? Honestly, no, not really, I’ve said before that sometimes dreams are better than the reality of them becoming real. For me this was such an experience, for the short time I believed it, it was utterly intoxicating, but then my mind turned to the practicalities, pregnancy, childbirth, being a mother, these. "Please Master! Please I need to cum! Please may I cum for you!" she whined louder."Not yet, whore," I said. She groaned her disappointment but she held it back.A few more moments went by and she asked once more. "PLEASE MASTER! Please may I cum for you! I need to cum so badly! Pleeeease!" she cried, desperate for release.I was close enough by now that I knew I wouldn't last much longer either. "Very well, whore cum, cum for your Master NOW!" I commanded. She let loose with a howl as she poured. ."TWENTY MINUTES LATER we were inside the parks massive security facility.As we came in they led us to a temporary holding cell that had 'Collin'dressed in only a diaper, a pacifier in his mouth, and restrained by somesort of harness."What's with the diaper?" Fred asked as we passed."Well when we found him his pants were wet from an apparent accident.When we checked into his information we found out that he is a runawaybaby." An older gentleman with graying hair, who seemed to be in. During the long hours that I lay there, I had timeto reflect on my life. My voice, the instrument I planned on using tobecome a star was, in all likelihood, damaged, and with it, my dreams.When the doctors unwrapped my neck I was very worried. I had no ideawhat I would sound like. The very first word I spoke was clear as abell, which made the doctor happy, but I was shaken right to my core.Those clear fine tenor tones of mine had been taken away! I now had ahigh tenor voice, almost a soprano.