”“Sure,” I said simply and gave him all that information as we dressed ourselves and the muffin. The others packed up their gear and then strapp...d the muffin onto the carrier. When we were all outside, we shook hands, and Harold said, “I’ll give you a call when we get together to target another muffin. We'll go over the details, and you can meet us in your car so you’re part of the grab and the transport to Backstage Pass. That way our individual loads will be lighter, and we spread the risk. I don't care."I looked back at Jessica for help but she didn't offer any. Jeanie got up like she was going to come with us but Jessica pulled her back down on the seat.We went in the back door. Ned, if he happened to look out his window just then, would see us. Would he say anything to Penelope? Cindy was right behind me."I have to run up to my room," I said when we were inside the house."Where are your uncle and aunt?" She asked, looking around at the kitchen and through the door leading to. But she lost too many matches and cost her Master much money. So now she helps pull a cart. She may be a crap fighter but she can run fast and keep it up for hours. She is strong, but when she came here she was no more impressive than you. We train our Slaves well." But you are a slave yourself!" A privileged Slave, though. Which you will never be, poor Francine. You will always be at the bottom of the heap. Many blows and much hard and degrading labour lie ahead of you. But you will come to. When I got behind my tipi I reached down to find my cock. I felt around but it wasn’t there. I knew it should be because it has always been. It was a little chilly this morning and I really had to pee. Maybe my cock was small because of the potion, or maybe because of the cold morning air. I wasn’t sure and I didn’t want to believe the other thing. I couldn’t have changed. The thought of women still attracted me. The thought of a cock didn’t appeal to me at all. The urge to pee finally got the.