Then he spoke. “I want that bitch’s ass.” I felt a thrill in me as he approached. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I stammered as he grabbed my an...le. I winked at Maggie as she played along. I tried to scramble away but Rodger was strong. He gathered me up and a few seconds later I felt myself bent over a huge pile of pillows and cushions. I felt a squirt of something wet on my asshole and then a hard smack on my ass cheek. My legs were spread and then what could only be Rodger’s cock was pushed. His body was changing. He moved smoothly now and he was lean and getting sculpted from the weight lifting. He ran five miles everyday. The soreness from the vasectomy was long gone. He knew he should be outraged that it was done without his consent, but obedience had been caned into him and the sex had undermined his will.The trainers led him down the hallway, past the mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself. He saw a man who looked like a Greek statue. Every muscle was sharply defined. His. “I’ve got a great line,” Marilyn said. “I’ve known Little Sisters who got into feuds with their Big Sisters, girls who couldn’t stand their Grand Big Sister at all. But Natalie, Beverly, and I are the best of friends. Joyce looks like a fine addition.”“Nice girl,” he said. “Another education major, but she’s thinking of the primary grades.” He didn’t want to dominate the conversation, but he thought he should contribute something -- something in agreement with Marilyn, although it was his. They had always seemed like the odd couple but no better friends had they been. That’s why it had been so hard to get over the pain of the past for so long. Emmie that thought that if anyone had her back, it would have been Cassie. However, once the worst had happened, it had seemed she hadn’t. Emily-Jane looked at her friend and said, ‘Do you remember when we both tried out for that part in the English play in 10th grade?’ Cassie looked at her, scrunching her nose up in concentration. ‘You.