"Any luck googling that?" I said as I opened the door."Yea just one-" He trailed off and his eyes narrowed. He read over it a few times and looked at ...e in disbelief.I smiled my best, 'come get me' smile. "You remember my room number if you want any pizza."A few minutes after I returned to my room there was a soft knock at the door. My heart hammered in my chest as I opened it. I held the door open as he entered and said, "Did you figure out that tattoo?" He took off his hoodie, stretching out. I must have spent some time just staring at the pics because mycomputer pinged as I received a private message. "You like them?" heasked I had to admit they were hot and that I was so turned on by it."The first time the slave tasted shit, it ceased to be human, it becamean it and it became nothing but a toilet so that's when I gave it thetattoos"We carried on talking about what else the toilet had faced which justgot me more and horny even though I never had any intention of becominga slave of. Not one would have left a mark on me that I did not agree to and the idea of physical violence would have made most of them sick. (I'm afraid a couple actually liked being hit with leather whips, but I rarely had them as a client. I guess they didn't like that I would leave real marks on their back.But I shouldn't write too much about that. Erica and Willow suspect, but I won't tell them everything, they don't need to know, and their youth and positive attitude is what makes this household, and. ”Grandpa led me out onto the racing surface, which was muddy when we first walked into the pits that afternoon, then tacky from wheel packing. It had a bit of grip left after the street stock races, but now it was slick from bottom to top.“You see the shine?”“Yeah, it’s slick,” I replied, kicking my tennis shoe on it like a basketball court.“It might take rubber tonight,” he mused. “If you see that shiny surface turn dark gray, it’s taking rubber. When it takes rubber, you drive this like.