”I looked over at Dad and he winked. I took that as a sign he was still okay.I did want to check something however, so I shook hands with Johnny. Hi... warm smile was disarming and when I read his thoughts, I felt he was truly glad to see me and wanted to get to know me.I didn’t sense any evil in the man.I also didn’t get the feeling that he had any ESP capabilities, whatsoever.“So Johnny,” I asked, “when does this shindig officially get started tomorrow?”He chuckled, “The gates open at 10 AM. At. Your muscles will adjust. You just have to bear with it."I thought taking his cock would have been easier than this. I guess it's easier to fuck yourself with dildos because you have absolute control over the insertion. Now I was relying on him not to hurt me. He was in complete control.After about a full minute, his cock was half way inside me and my legs were still spread eagle in the air. He asked, "Is it feeling any better?"I had to think about it, but I realized the pain from the. One was a fifty-something year old white man named Randal, and another black man in his thirties named Jason. I learned that there were forty employees in total, and a little over half of them were black. As we walked around that day, several of the men called my neighbor by the name Big Jim. I didn’t think too much about that at the time, since Jim is a big, muscular man.The warehouse crew handles both incoming raw materials and the outgoing finished products. Malcolm put me to work right away. Had he given up?After all that surveillance it seemed incredible, but why in God's name hadn't he moved on me yet? Was he waiting for me to go home, planning to take me there? But how could he know, he'd pulled everybody out of the rental and nobody was watching me walk, I was sure. Was he waiting for evening, when his people had told him I was certain to be home?Too many questions, no answers at all.I decided to give it up and go home. Brownie probably needed a walk, and I didn't want dog poop.