I thought about theJohns of the evening. I thought about Mistress' words. What did she mean"if the maid shit doesn't work out?" Was she tiring of me? ...asprostitution my future?What would I do if she dumped me? Whore? Get a job as a maid? Go back tobeing a boy? The choices weren't very good, were they? Maybe I shouldhave gone home to meet that Arnie guy's mother.* * *On Saturday night, we had another gathering at our house. Translated,that meant there was another opportunity for people to make. ‘One thing I want to change. I’ve come to think the foreman shouldn’t live and eat with the men. I want you to stay in the house, there’s a room I bin storin’ stuff in that you can use. It’s right next to the office and the only door is on the outside of the house. You can eat with me and we can do our plannin’ after dinner. Just get settled in this afternoon and I’ll grab you when our cook, Gramps, serves dessert. Wear some old clothes, ha ha!’ I guess he thought that was funny. Actually it. Pools of water glistened,the rain from earlier having subsided by the sunrise. It was a lovelyday to be outside. Not that the inmates inside of the building wouldhave known anything about that. The squat building appeared to bealmost oppressive despite its rather modern appearance. Large windowsgraced the sides, allowing someone from inside to get a cool blast offresh air if they so chose.Shady Acres Retirement Home was created for union workers without anyfamily to take care of them. No one. And each time one had cum, he pulled her hair and forced her mouth over his prick. ?You clean up what is shoved in you, dirty slut. You like it, don’t you? It’s what you are made to, and from now on will do, get to like it if you don’t, it will become all the worse!? After she was done with her husband they took her in the mouth and in her pussy. When they all came, she could not tell if they shot one or more times, cum was dripping out of her mouth, hanging on her chin. Her inner thighs showed.