"This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I saw her when I was going home, so brought her here." Hmpfff... OK..... bring it in." Mansoor said and opened the folding doors completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something I couldn't quite place.... Being bent over means my head is below him, and he takes the opportunity to relax his muscles, continuing his flow. As I cough, I feel the heat of urine pour into the back of my head, soaking my hair. I straighten up in horror, and watch as he flexes his abs, pushing it out even harder. He sprays my neck and entire chest with urine, moving his penis back and forth to soak all of me. Finally, the stream starts to slow down, and he grabs my face and pulls it towards his dick.I open my mouth, just. "Talk to me Mick. Where are you? What's going on in your head?"I started to talk and started to cry. I talked about the loss of Marci. About Denny getting blown away and the loss of Odin's Maiden. About the stigma that being Dispossessed caused. About the loss of my Mother. The loss of my troops. About being afraid I would lose her too. Words kept coming out and so did tears. I went to sleep still wrapped in her arms. It was morning when I awoke to the smell of coffee. She was sitting on the. Maddyslips a pink bolero jacket on for me which at least covers my shouldersand arms, but draws more attention to my cleavage."Just your jewellery and make up, Sissy Master," Maddy says fastening awhite choker around my neck, and some dangly hoop earrings."A.. almost there, Sissy Master, you will look every inch the girl atwork." She puts on some candi pink lip-gloss, darker pink eye shadow andlots of mascara. "Perfect, now please hold out your hands Sissy Master."I do as requested and she.