”Mister Campbell said, “Would we have to do anything?”“No, sir. We will walk down together and present ourselves to God for our pastor to marr... us. We want it to be simple.”Mister Campbell gave a short, small nod. “Can you support my daughter?”“Yes, sir. I own my home free and clear along with two vehicles that are without debt. I have money in the bank as well as investments. I have worked as an engineer and am looking over possibilities for after the first of the year in that field.”“Oh,” he. "Now, Luv, at's what Oi calls a meal - and a great dessert to end itwit."Then she looked me in the eye and said "You'll need a sleep after a meallike that - a deep, deep sleep," and she raised her hand up and coveredmy eyes and I closed my lids, and did go to sleep.--==--==--==--DeepChapter 3--==--==--==--Jack dreamed, and dreamed deep - strange dreams indeed.In one dream he was outside, by a forest of trees. Beams of nothing shotdown from the sky - huge beams, thirty, sixty, some even ninety. Which is just,you know, rude.27 SeptemberOur new outfits arrived today - very exciting! The workout pants are alittle like our old ones - tight fitting, black and with mesh panels. Butthey also have these strange cutouts, so that they expose much of ourbottom, and our thingies would also hang down at the front if it weren'tfor the tiny black g-strings that we also have to wear (and that justabout cover them up). The cutouts at the side make it look like we'rewearing stockings and suspenders -. .I had no idea if I was being watched or not, but I assumed the guards were checking on me frequently as instructed. I could not tell. But I screamed obscenities towards the cell door all day and into the evening, hoping the guards could hear me faintly though the soundproof cell door.I don't think I slept that night. I was sore and sweaty from my rolling on the straw all day. My neck was red and sore from the rubbing of my locked steel collar. My rigid cock seemed the center of my universe. I.