She was going to be tall, already about five-eight, breasts that were slightly more than a handful, and I have big hands, though I'd never gotten them...on Cammie's melons. Her hair was black as midnight. Right now she had a short, almost boyish cut, but it used to hang just below her shoulders. A few light freckles and a break in her left eyebrow completed the picture. The break came from a bicycle accident when she was six. Cammie hated it, but I thought it gave her face character.I'd known. "Yes! we've talked it over, and the extra six hundred a month would be far more useful to us if we don't have to pay it!" she replied."Great!" i exclaimed "Just sign the contract, initial the payment line of your choice, and the apartments yours then!"So eagerly Katy signed the contract and initialled the sex payment, and then reluctantly Jason did the same and i had my first tenants, and an almost guaranteed sex date once a month."So when can we move in?" asked Katy afterwards."As soon as you. To finish off with, a live piss enema will be administered to your ass, the funnel connecting to your depositing tube will be kept topped up by the rooms contributors from time to time, to make sure that there is always a good supply waiting for entry into you. Once you are full to bursting, a very large butt plug is inserted, and you will not be allowed to relieve yourself until everybody thinks that your corrective treatment has been completed. This can be anything up to thirty minutes. “The. "If the guy called you 'Carter, ' it's got to be somebody who has heard your broadcasts," Ingmar said."It could be... the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be careful what you say." THIS IS CARTER JOHNSON TRANSMITTING, OVER." I was about to say it again, when a big booming voice broke through the silence."CARTER! WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY? WE MISSED YOU!" The voice on the radio was friendly -- jovial, even. I looked at Ingmar with a 'what the fuck?' expression on my.