”“Okay.”I get to her house and she answers the door sobbing.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“I need money again”“Why, aren’t you working?�...�She began crying, “I was fired!”“Why?”“Well, it’s a long story and I don’t feel like telling all of it right now. I need money, though.”“How much?”“A lot.” she replied.“Ok, well, you know what you have to do, right?”“Yes, yes, fuck niggers, right?”“Right!” “So, you need a lot of money which I’m willing to help you with, but I’m pimpin your white pussy out to black. Dennis, what you saw, that was the tame stuff. I couldn't even tell you the things they made me do after that. I'm having trouble believing it myself. But I don't have any choice now. I just keep doing what they tell me and it just keeps getting worse. I'm trapped now. There is no way out of this. They have those movies. Oh god Dennis! I am so sorry!"I felt his arms go around me and I tried to pull away. I shook my head violently and sobbed, "No Dennis. You don't..."He didn't let me finish. He. It increased their vocabularies and sped up their reading.I spent a couple of thousand dollars on an old Encyclopedia Britannica, before they split into a macropedia and micropedia, thus confusing damned near every school kid in the western world. I latched onto a 1976 edition for two hundred bucks. It cost 1600 to ship it to us! Man, was that one pissed off UPS driver. I'll bet he thought I was smuggling anvils.I bought a big Webster's dictionary, the kind that sits on its own pedestal with a. Hoping to find something that could remedy this, I did my research and eventually found what I thought might work. It was a harness with very flat straps and and an orifice into which could be fitted a hollow cock sheath. I looked at the measurements available for those and chose one which I thought was a little larger than my formerly attainable erection.I had to be secretive since Marie had never been keen on sex toys, eschewing them in favour of what she called the 'real thing''. Yes, I.