It took him a couple of weeks from my first day at the garage to chat to me, offering me cigarettes and generally being pleasant and complimentary abo...t the way I dressed and telling me how pretty I was. He was about 30 years old, tall and slim and good looking and he dressed very well. All that and the fact that he drove a company Jaguar soon had me daydreaming about him.Three weeks in and on Saturday he asked if I'd like to take a drive after work in his Jag' and have a drink somewhere. He. The splashing burn choked me as I gulped to take thepiss flow and obediently receive it all. My belly already weakened from theenema, churned from nausea and I thought I would vomit, my whole body jerkingforward but my mouth still open and surrendered. The grip of his left handtightened on my head and he kept me still and subordinated like a living pottyfor his pee. ?That's better, cunt,? was all he said, paying no attention tomy struggles as the pee eased to a trickle. His cock slackened and. She pulled on my hard on at first. Then she rubbed her tongue on my head. It was the first time I felt something like that. She slowly started moving my dick into her mouth. I could feel her sucking on it. At first it hurt like hell, but after she started stroking back and forth I quickly entered a mode of happiness. She stopped sucking and started sucking on my balls; I twitch and felt a shock going through me. She felt it too as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She started. The geek had to refer to them as 'offenders' and 'prisoners' in the script but in "real life", they were just things, more like insects. Or maybe fish. They had no identity at all. People named their dogs and cats, horses, birds, but nobody named an ant or a trout. They were ranked three different ways: the type of fucking they were assigned to, how harshly they could be treated, and what level of animal they were. I had to read that over a few times, the fucking geek had to complicate things..