"Why should this little slut sit back while I do all the work!?" Let her go Pa." he said. He lifted me off the table, holding me against him, his cock...still up my ass. He moved over and sat down in a nearby chair so I came down in his lap, my legs straddling his hips, hanging down on either side of the chair.He grabbed my hair in both hands close to my head and stared into my face."All right you little whore!" he said, "I know you been fucking yourself with your dildos, so you can do the work. What I really said was ‘would you care to go for a walk when you’re through here?’ She was counting down the till in the little pizza place I’d found in my hungry loneliness… We had talked a bit while I ate, & she was oh so polite, smiling coyly sometimes as she walked by. I’d been seated close to the till, which made it easy to talk to her, & occasionally watch her at work. I don’t eat much, so I didn’t dare order any of the regular fare, but the side of meatballs with cheese bread was. My senses were inoverload, waves of pleasure were going through me along with slightpainfull ones from my nipples as she nibbled and tugged on them, addingto things as my cries of pleasure got louder and louder.Cumming again from her gifted touch, she let me recover before asking memore questions."So what's it like, how long have you been in her body." It's... different, very different. She did this to me without asking,but, I'm not angry. I don't know what's coming over me, but I like. ”I blinked. “Concertina wire?”“Yes. The exterior fence has three strands of barbed wire around the top. They’ve also added concertina wire to it. It’s also called razor wire, it’s pretty flexible, and between that and the signs that lethal force is authorized, ought to act like a pretty good barrier against even not so casual intruders,” she said. “The military equipment isn’t going to hurt, either.”“I’m almost afraid to ask.”“Well, the good news is, they don’t have any of the armored cars.