"Gronch's jaw dropped at the sight of the three humans. He had been even more astonished when they had obeyed a series of simple commands for 'Drogga'... With the coming of daylight they had continued on down the road, luckily in the direction they had wanted to go. Except for an occasional stop at a rural village to put on a show, they had been on the move ever since. Dron had commandeered a trio of empty cages from Gronch, fixing them up for the humans to sleep in. It also gave them a place to. ?Excellent, my pet, that is precisely what I want to see? she whispered. ?Yes, ma’am, thank you, ma’am? I replied.She continued on inserting my ?cock? inside of me, until it was in all the way. I could feel my testicles touching the balls on my ?cock?. A most strange sensation. She then attached a metal clip, joining the ?D? ring on my testicle collar to the ?D? ring in my ?balls? collar. She started to withdraw the ?cock? from me, and because my testicles and ?balls? were attached to. There was a nice chair in the corner of the room and out of the view of anyone just entering the room, so I picked up the remote, found a channel playing some mellow jazz, and then flipped over to a porn channel and started watching a collection of three-ways and gangbangs. “Might as well set the mood!” I said to myself and poured myself another drink. When I heard the card in the door and the lock click, I hit the back button and somewhat reluctantly left the scene of the two men spit roasting. The clouds were starting to build in front of them, presaging rough weather ahead. Monique's fingers tapped on her door, keeping time with the jazzy rhythms.Monique looked at Cliff's hands on the steering wheel as he drove. His fingers were long and slender. He had artist's hands. She supposed it was possible for a man with short, stubby fingers to be an artist, but she had never yet seen one who was. They were usually ditchdiggers, bricklayers, men who labored with their hands. Strange how the.