Assured anything I do to the food won’t harm anyone other than the troops I take an opportunity to pour concentrated magnesium hydroxide, a laxative... into the stew being made for both of today’s major meals for the troops. That should keep their minds on other matters. Merry got it for me after I thought to ask for it as it’s a common medicine and not a weapon, so there’s no issues. When the next punishment detail arrives we’re dismissed so I leave with them. At this point I find a spot to hide. During the next couple of months we would meet two times a week, and she taught me how to fuck better, how to eat pussy better, and the hardest part, how to control myself. She also taught me to enjoy blowjobs as she was very good at it. Then one night as I was fucking her, a voice rang out, “What the hell is going on here?” I recognize the voice as Rufus, Yolanda’s father. We had been busted. “Yolanda I knew you had been sneaking out and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. I did. I set out to fulfill my life long sexual fantasy. It still makes me wet just thinking about it.My first mission was to gather my “men”. For my fantasy I would need eight men or women to make me feel good. I opted out using any friends or acquaintances, as I didn’t want to be familiar with anyone - anonymity was essential. So as I continued my normal social routines, I kept an eye open for potentials. I even got “lucky” one night, when I got ‘hit on’ by a woman. A Beautiful blue-eyed blonde. I. ‘Go out and find both that fucker Curtis and the pile of shit that is muscling in on my territory. Ten grand to the man in this room that tells me where they are.’ * Patrick sat up next to Rachel as she lay on her stomach in the middle of the bed, his fingertips trailing down her spine, one long finger tracing around the gentle curve of her bottom. The errant finger then ran back up the crack between the round globes, coming to rest on the small dimple at the base of her spine. He looked up.