When I thought about it, I really didn'thave much of a choice. Mr. Logan had changed me in ways Iwould have deemed impossible before my nap. I got the...eeling that cooperation was going to be mandatory."Then you will be of no further use to me," Mr. Logan toldme bluntly. "You aren't a prisoner. You can leave at anytime."And do what? I was pretty certain Mr. Logan hadn't botheredto give me a college degree or maybe not even a high schooldiploma when he created all that new identification for. Janet was already licking off his juice. Martha’s legs were still shaking from her own orgasm as she moved closer, scooped some of his very thick cream with her finger and rubbed it on her lips, tasting the salt, lick after lick. “Oh yes” Mr. Scarva whispered, seeing her loving the taste and the texture of his cum. Janet was already busy polishing his cock knob once again as her moans and whimpers mingled with his deep and sensual voice.“Oh my God, you two look so sexy, working together”. Sir. Each night as I lay in bed, I'd think of waysto escape, and a general plan emerged. Essentially, I was going to doeverything they asked of me and make it seem like I was happy with mynew life. Once I had their confidence and trust, I just knew they'dslip up and take me into town with them or let me see where they lefttheir keys. Those were the only ways I could ever communicate withsomeone else since the only phone they had was a coded car-phone in histruck, which was useless to me. I. And the waves of panic started to wash over me again as the head of his cock grew to a size of what felt like a Mellon in my throat. As I tensed to fight the intrusion in my chest, she whispered it is ok he never lasts too long. As she whispered that I clearly heard him grunt and say ‘Shit, here it comes’. With hearing that she shoved my face on to his cock so hard that my nose was berried into his pubis. He grunted again as he shot his load down my throat, his cock head swelled to a size.