“You’re still in there,” he said softly. “I can see the struggle. Is there a little voice in your head fighting with you? Does it feel like a ...uzzle tickling at the back of your mind, like if you think hard enough you can remember something else?”Yes! Tell him yes!I didn’t really want to, but I also didn’t want to lie to my Master. “Yes, sir.”He beamed and I smiled with him, delighted that my answer pleased him. “I’m glad. Whatever he did didn’t manage to destroy you like the others. Alright, I. By the next morning I was happy to stay with both of them. It did not take long for us to find ourselves compatible when out of the bed, too.It had been a while since before my wife was picked up but I was feeling a lot happier, even though, in the corner of my mind, I was still certain that I was unlikely to be going any where.Now, really, there was that hope that maybe Wendy had a high enough CAP score and had decided to take me with, but, again, my desire to maintain a level of uncertainty. I wanted to feel his hot, throbbing shaft deep inside me, pounding me into orgasmic bliss. My wetness was seeping through my panties at the thought of him drilling into me like I was his very own cum slut. He could do anything to me, and I loved every thing he did. Oh, how I wanted him to wake up! How could he not wake up to the hand full and a half of my breast in the palm of his hand. I thought about sneaking my hand down into my panties and playing with my clit through my own juices my. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle around with some of the big dawgs”. “Looks like he found out he ain't all that badd”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF Flyers, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches.