That was easier said than done. But I knew Jennifer knew that. She knew I was torn. She knew I loved Becky. She knew Becky loved me. The only hope I h...d in the world right now was she had also said, “I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about it.”I lay on my bed listening to Q102. I was rehashing in my mind what I had put on three pages in the journal. What did I want? Did I really want Birgit? Could I honestly examine that relationship and say that it was not to be? No, I didn’t think I. And what a show it was. On each of those nights Master brought Beth into his bedroom and fucked her every which way while she screamed out in pleasure.Every one of those nights Beth begged for his cock. I watched her become more and more submissive to this huge man. She gave herself willingly at first then as little more than a slave to his desires. She obeyed every command to lick his balls, suck his cock, and spread her legs and ass for his cock and all the while verbally deriding me at his. I was worried and needed someone to comfort me. He understood my condition, so he came and sat next to me; resting his arm on my shoulder. He looked me in the eye all the while we were chatting. His other hand was on my thigh and I was able to sense his affection when he was caressing it.My heart started to beat faster when Kiara began to narrate that incident. My dick had begun to respond to her sensual narration by becoming firm. She had kept her hand on her thigh and was caressing it in the. She whimpers, realizing how much she must look like an animal right about now, and feeling equally embarrassed by it.“I’m going to be back after breakfast,” Zayne says. “Afterward, you get your punishment. When that’s over, you get to eat.”Page whimpers her understanding, and watches him dress and leave. Maybe there is a punishment worse than this cage. Tears start to well up in her eyes, as the first streams of urine start to flow out.Page is sleeping by the time the door opens. Zayne steps in.