I didn't care. I did as I was told. I was a fuckpig. My incriminating pictures are long gone, of course. My one-year term of service ended over a year...ago. I serve now because I want to, because I like being a fuckpig. Throughout my term of service, my owner continued to ensnare more women in his trap. He has ten fuckpigs in his harem now, but I'm pretty sure I'm his favorite. That's why I find it so puzzling that he hasn't called me in over two weeks. He's never gone that long without calling. That actually did surprise me. She said that she was going to do it, but I didn't think that it was going to happen that fast. I just kind of figured that Candice would have done it today, or sometime during the week.I looked around, but didn't see her group anywhere around. I knew that they had made it home, because Cindy showed up. They must have been in the condition that my group was in.The first place that I took the girls to, was to get them a couple of Gatorades, and water each. I made. “Couple of blocks to go. You’re doing good, ki- Olivia.” “Thank you, Mister Chase,” she said, squeezing my hand shyly. “Don’t mention it. And call me Frank.” oOo The night began to grow chilly. Thankfully we didn’t have far to walk. Still, by the time we reached the bungalow that I’d been paying rent on in case I ever needed to go on the lam, she was shivering. It seemed only natural to put my arm around her shoulder and keep her close, so she could absorb some of my warmth. Pulling out my. Elizabeth said that she would do her part by becoming the cook for this part of the drive; they were all glad to make that deal, because they were all tired of the cooking efforts of the men.That evening after she had cleaned up following supper, Elizabeth reiterated her offer of sexual favors in exchange for protection, but this time, the offer was made to the entire group of 4 men. She offered to sleep with each man on consecutive nights until she left them for her home. She did want to start.