He just shouted out "Come play with it, babe" and... I just followed that request. Made a few steps towards him, he was limp still but moving his hand...slowly on it, watching me shake with a finger on my lips and wondering what the hell I was doing. When I got close enough he reached out and started grabbing my tits like the drunk asshole he was. Don't know why but I didn't move away or anything. Next he started touching and slapping my butt through my shorts. It felt disgusting but I didn't. “Are you willing to be my friend, Emily Blake? I don't have the key to unlock you, and they won't give it to me for 48 hours, because that's how long new transportees like you are to remain restrained, and if you don't want to draw attention to yourself until it's time, I suggest you stay put and don't draw attention to yourself until I can get us both out of here. What do you say? Will you be my friend the same way Amanda would have?”She looked into his eyes and saw that he was trusting her.. He grins stupidly, and I avoid eye contact. Turning, he leads me out of the cage, locks it, then into a small office, and locks that too. I drop my cloths into a corner, and he strips like lightning. Sad to say he has a pathetic penis, and I can’t help but wish that it were more like the dolphins, but as soon as I think it his penis sloops into his crotch and a rubbery slit spreads up his belly. “What the ****!” He shouts, but immediately after the head of his dick pokes out of. So Mark hadn't left, he thought, and realized how pleased that made him.He got out of bed. Seeing his own image in the mirror, he stopped to appraise himself. Salt-and-pepper hair only slightly mussed from sleep. The beard could stand a trim. He'd worked hard over the last year to slim down and tone up, and he was pretty happy with the results. He didn't have a six-pack, but he was no longer carrying around the beer belly he'd had in his late forties.He thought of Mark in the shower, and his.