Well, let's introduce you to your new home." Marilyn unlocked the training lead, untied the hitch and led Maria to the back of the room. Maria's heart...sank. A cage sat on stubby legs by the back wall, bars every three inches welded to a solid top and bottom. Her chances of escape would be even less than they were now."Mistress, please, no!" Why, Maria! I thought you'd be grateful. After all, a place of your own, up away from any rats or roaches? A nice pallet, new blankets, and water and food. I spread my legs and had you sit in front of me, you leaned back against me and I started to kiss your neck softly, I gave you a gentle push for you to sit forward while I started to give you a back rub. I could feel how tense your muscles felt. I started at the shoulders and worked my way down feeling your body starting to loosen up. I pulled you back against me again and I ran my hands up to your shoulders then over them and ran them down the front of your chest, massaging gently. You turned. That would have been awful enough on a normal toilet. But on this little plastic one in the RV, there was only a very small space between my thighs for him to pee into without pissing on me, and he wasn't even looking down. He had no intention of trying to avoid getting it on me.He started pissing on my stomach and thighs. Not all at once in a steady stream. He would let loose a small stream and then pause, apparently to take pleasure from my shock and revulsion.I looked at up at him in. He was a little old for Debbie. His instructor said he was a "good kid."She had gone over and over that evening. She couldn't get it clear in her mind. Something strange and perverse was going on inside her head. Sex and violence. The American problem. Her inhibited youth, the revelation of her marriage, the frustration of her widow life. But an overwhelming desire for another round. And she had shaved her whole groin area, remembering his hairless body.Tonight, she had caught herself about to.