I'm soexhausted and I'm always hungry. I'd swear I was pregnant if I didn'tknow better," replied Carrie Ann. She looked near tears."Hey, it's alright....Don't stress yourself so much. It's just a dumbgame. And yeah, I'm glad someone else thinks something funny is goingon. Hey, you alright?" Carrie Ann stared back at John with icy blueeyes."I'm fine. Hey, John, why haven't we ever hooked up? I mean, you aren'tsuch a bad looking guy. And I'm sure you're pretty good down there."She gave John a grin. It was in the middle of the afternoon, so the dinner was practically empty. Not that much work to do at this time of the day. So I talked to her. A nice conversation developed. There was a brain in her head. Charisma. And she was nice. Before leaving, she asked when I had to work. I told her my times for the next month. She thanked me with a smile. And off she was. Twerking her ass in my direction while leaving the diner.Three days later she came in again. Smiled in my direction. Took the same. After some months, he stopped taking me out of my cage. One day, he just stopped. I didn't know why at the time. He wouldn't even look at me. He'd pass by my cage a few times a day, but not even acknowledge me. Why won't he talk to me? Why can't I be called a good girl anymore? One day, I reached out to grab his leg longingly, and he smiled. "Do you want to be a good girl?" he asked. And that was the end of the woman I was. He was asking if I wanted to be raped for his pleasure, so he can watch. Trevor tried to enter his mental space, to control his rapid breathing. The situation was quickly getting out of control. He could practically feel the heat of four aroused women all eager to get his pants off. What the fuck was happening? Stacy reached into his pants, while Amy pulled them down a bit to give her more space. “Do it, Stacy.” Rachel pushed. “Pull your brother’s cock out for us.” Stacy toyed with his hard dick, wrapping her hand around it and stroking it through his boxer shorts..