." I could barely form the thought, much lessthe words. The idea of debasing myself even further for the amusement of alittle boy made me want to vomi......but he was a little boy with a bigcock, and I needed it to escape the shame of wanting it in the firstplace. So I vomited up the words, "Please, please fuck me...muh muh gahguh" I couldn't say it; couldn't call him Master. Not with that razorsharp gleam in his eyes, ready to cut me to ribbons. I knew I'd never liveit down if I submitted so. "The warrior woman is awake," said a figure in the doorway. "Bring her to the Boss immediately."She was grabbed and lifted to her feet. The cords binding her ankles were severed and she was dragged, wobbly legged, into the sunshine where a hood was placed over her head and she was led away."The Marine's and the Sky Police are organizing a joint rescue mission and the Marines have requested you to lead our force. Interested?"Colonel Nussbaum already knew the answer when he asked Jared and wasn't. “I think you got a happy customer in Mr. Ortega. Man was very happy when I slipped out this morning.” Bert nodded and without looking at me said to Loire. “I want you to work the after noon shift, why don’t you go back to your room and a Mr. Barrow will be up to see you about 11, he is in need of some TLC.” Loire just nodded to Bert and turned to go to her room and she winked at me. Loire walked off and Bert than turned his attention to me. I was still a fish. He felt a need to be alone, to observe his surroundings, to meditate on life and its meaning while absorbing a little Vitamin D and fantasizing about his perversions.Lincoln Park provided the perfect backdrop for his midday musings. He could sit and eat his brown bag lunch and watch all the people go by. Technically, it wasn't really a brown bag, it was a white bag filled with amazing food from a little gourmet shop that made the best sandwiches and salads in town. Moreover, he wasn't really.