You’re a slut, in fact a cockslut. You’re not a whore. Whores do it for money. Sluts do it because they’re addicted to it.Laurel’s head hung i... shame. She realized she couldn’t disagree and quietly began to weep. Her mind felt overwhelmed as two completely different behaviors struggled within. “Cheer up! You’ll get over it soon. That’s just the old you lamenting it’s passing. The new you is going to love everything you’re about to become.” “But enough!” He turned to other matters at hand. “You. “O look Johnnie” she teased “See this? This is a cock, this is a real man”. She rubbed my shaft some more and then cupped my ball sac in her hand “Nice big cock, lots of nice spunk in her waiting to be inside me. May be make my tummy swell with baby” and to emphasize the point with her other hand she rubbed her tummy.Laugh a funny little giggle she stepped back from me and said to him “you sit there and be a good boy and no playing with your little thing”.Then back to me she slowly undressed me. By the way the cell is only about 5ft high keeping her from standing up and introducing her to a new life style as a pet.Five hours had passed and I was becoming eager about the what was going on down in my captives new estate weather she was lively and accepting her new home or writhing and thrashing about and waiting for me to show her, her new place in live. Switching on my TV screen and the little light above her head I saw how she was still a little wobbly and trying to come to terms with. "All the ladies has lef', ain' they?" he asked, looking about. "An' every man here unnerstan's that we ain' gonna talk about this here part a'the sale or it'll be the las' one."Heads nodded."Who you?" the man in charge said loudly, pointing at me with his mallet. "Ain' never seed you a'fore." Passing through," I said. "Do this kind of work down in Maryland, lower part of Frederick County. You know the port of Georgetown?" No, boy," the auction manager said, "but you kin stay an' learn; bid if.