Blond let me down; they strapped me to a special bondagetable, legs spread. They tilted the table for easy viewing by theaudience. They then entertain...d the audience by pushing bigger and biggerdildos into my vagina. I cried and squirmed. The audience thought it wasgreat that I liked it so much -- I didn't like it, I was trying to easethe stress but they thought I was really getting off on it. They thoughtI was putting on a show for them. "OK men", said blond, "now another treat." He hung me by. Another deep breath, a sizable sip of my brew and as I savor my invigorating, savory, fortifying blend, I look into my sunlit cup and wonder why it seems unusually dense and almost chewy. Its hint of iron and red tint finally scream at me. It’s human blood! As I stare at it, serene as ever with a mouthful of delicious vanilla-anise blood, it never occurs to me to spit it out, since it’s so special. I swirl it about and burble it like a fine wine.When I look across our narrow, grassy courtyard. “Take the children to the house,” Mrs. Johnson said to Becky, “and check to see that everything in the kitchen is off.” Ed and his mother spent the next two hours finishing the milking and cleaning the barn. As they walked to the house Ed’s mother said, “Mr. Green is going to need a lot of help.” “Ya I’ve been thinking about it and if you can handle things at home I’ll come over here and help out.”Mrs. Johnson smiled at her son and had a feeling of pride. At his young age he already understood. My work hours were 2 pm to 2 am, five days per week. So my weekday went like this: twelve hours at work, hour travel home, ten to eleven 11 hours’ sleep and then back to work.Employed for the same company at the time was an older maintenance engineer who took on the role of watching out for the young people that were working there, a type of father figure. After getting to know each other, he told me about a pretty young girl that had just returned home after being away for the year studying..