She curled up in a corner crying hoping thisnightmare would end.The man finally returned home a few hours later "hello sweety" he saidas he came into ...he room. "I see you are awake good you were in badshape when I pulled you from your box" He said as he approached her. Heexplained how he corrected her urinary tract allowing her the ability torelieve herself when needed and how he cut the end off the gag so shecould eat and drink through it. He patted her gently as she sobbedbefore he reached. I had to ask, if only to know that he wanted me. It was important somehow."I only want what you want, sis," Steve smiled."I know," I nodded. "But tell me, do you think we should stop?" Me and you?" he looked at me with honest eyes. "Or you and Lisa?" Yeah. All of us," I bit my bottom lip, having no clue what he'd say. But Steve really would give up something that he wanted if it would make me happy, I was sure. I just didn't know which answer I wanted to hear.He thought about it for a long. " Not likely!" roared the Reverend. "The teachers are all gone by that time." Not Mr. O'Toole!" Becky shot back. "He said that he would wait in the Math office until after Cheerleader practice. He's nice like that." And who is this 'Mr. O'Toole'? I've never heard of him."Becky rolled her eyes and answered. "He's my Math teacher. You signed my slip for tutoring. Don't you remember?" Don't use that tone with me, Becky, and don't look at the ceiling when I ask you a question!" the Reverend raised. In addition Chyna discovered she had a taste for the male member and enjoyed sucking Samson. Why ‘Samson’ is a mystery, but that is what Chyna had named his phallus early in their relationship. The second reason why they did not spend all their married life horizontally was their prosperity. They spent time at work. When they had begun dating Howard had been working as a salesman for Brock Tiles, a company that sold floor and wall tiles. In due course he took out a franchise with the company.