I know a guy!”That brought a very familiar high-pitched laugh.“Let me ask the guys and management and I will let you know. I have your number here...on my phone is that the best number?”“Yes it is. Thank you. I promise to make it a trip you will never forget.”“Now THAT is intriguing. After all of the adventure we have had on tours over the decades.”“I’ll wait for your call.”“Ok.”I disconnected the call and felt like I was walking on cloud nine. He remembered me because of my voice. Wow! I called. But then Lillian whispered in her ear and Ruth's expression changed into dismay."Oh, dear," she said, shaking her head.We were left alone in their sitting room for a minute or two while Ruth and Max pretended to rustle up drinks for us. In reality they were probably engaged in a discussion about where to bury my remains. They must have reached a result fairly quickly because they returned with two glasses of Coke for us.Max sat down opposite from me. "Didn't they teach you about birth. He calmed me down. SlowlyI composed my self. I thought for a while."Who will buy this slave for 1 mark?" I asked."Too soft came a remark from the crowd below."Isn't worth the cost of food to feed him." He wouldn't work." Couldn't even lift half a bag of grain." Pay me to take him."There were other more vulgar remarks. I raised my hands tosilence the crowd."Paul of Criten, I tried to give you a life of a slave. At leastyou would live. No one wants you. Are there any extenuatingcircumstances?". I knew my place in this world, I knew I was a whore like my mom. I masturbated furiously, listening to moms screaming, imagining myself getting violated. I orgasmed to thoughts of being violated, feeling bad and good about it, at the same time. I woke up the next morning completely naked, with my own hand on my vagina. I fell asleep masturbating, and my first thought waking up were of masturbating. My throat was sore and dry, my pussy was wet and sore inside and out, my anus was also really.