A year or so after high school, he got to play for the Rams as a walk-on. It was a fluke really, he was late to meet with someone about a construction...job and wound up talking some guy’s ear off while paying for gasoline.” Marcus nodded his head and added, “He always could talk to anyone.” “Anyways, somewhere beyond Mary Janes and probably women they started talking about football. It turned out that he was talking to the General Manager of the Rams at the time. He walked out with an. Amy?s reply was"Yes he can be sometimes...." that was as much as I heard before Ibroke down and ran crying to my room and shut myself up in my closetwhere I stayed for a week crying. Whenever I thought anyone had comelooking for me I was wrong; the only reason I came out after that weekwas the fact that I finally had to eat and use of the bathroom but Idid it in silence. When Amy spoke to me, all I could do was look at herhurtfully; start crying and run back to my closet (now I can imaginethat. She was still totally out, and I was again seconds from shooting my load. Just then, I heard the door open, and back in he walked with hands full of cold drinks for the fridge. I guess what he had been telling me, was that he would be right back to restock. This totally took me by surprise, and as he walked past me to the fridge, I jumped up off my wife. I was now standing there, cock dripping and poking straight at him. I looked over at my wife, and she looked positively stunning. Her legs. . "Get on all fours, please" Her politeness surprised me. I did as I was told and I began to realize what she wanted. I was a Gina doll. I just didn't know what came next. "You don't talk much, do you? That's great" Caroline giggled. And yeah I didn't utter a word since I became her toy. I heard her fumbling with something. "Have you ever fantasized about boys?", she asked. I nodded. "Which one do you like most?" I felt something cold drip on my ass and between my cheeks. It was strange but.