I was weak, but not helpless, and I looked forward to working out a schedule that allowed me to get myself into some kind of shape. My height might be...insurmountable, but I didn’t need to remain sixty-nine pounds for the rest of my life.I had a chance to think of all the implications of being free of the hospital and heading back to Ross’ home, as Jeanette drove. It was the middle of July. School started in August and Ross had no records, because Hazel never registered him, or allowed him to. I told her she was being watched and her exhibitionism streak kicked in. Instead of just removing her boots she decided to also change out to her leggings, which had also become muddy at the bottom.Our man in the car nearby was treated to his own little private exhibition as Jay lowered her leggings to her boots, 'accidentally' pulling her panties with them as she bent over. This exposed her smooth shaven pussy to our voyeur and his eyes were riveted to the sight before him.She left her. Nearly there ... "You fucking bitch take this cock, come on whore! You want to have your Master's cum don't you? You fucking cock sucking slut!"You fuck me harder, faster, harder, faster all the time telling me how a fucking slave should be treated, what a good for nothing fucking cum slut whore like me should be treated like. You get closer and closer to emptying your balls into the depths of my throat. I know you can't be far off as I feel your cock, like a battering ram, your balls slapping. Huh. There is an energy shield over my eyes now that is converting all but five percent of the incoming light energy into energy my body is using somewhere else.When I told Anna, she smiled and whispered, “Steve lost that bet. I am two for two so far. I bet him that you would be able to do it once you had a chance to think about how to make it work. It only took you fifteen minutes to have it mastered. You seem to do everything a lot more efficiently than any of those like us that I’ve heard.