” I liked to keep a little mystery with the new people.At this point Irene wanted to know what she was doing here, and she looked confused about sev...ral things. This was not what she expected.I explained we were flying to Detroit and would return Monday afternoon, probably with another indian or two. Marta’s house was a base the soldiers sometimes used, so this was part of her orientation, although right now nobody was there from the colony; the Detroit estate was essentially Marta’s home and. The white dress wrapped around her showed off her filled out, but gloriously curvy body, and I had a hard time stopping thoughts from coming into my mind. They shouldn't have been going into my mind but I couldn't stop."Mike?" my name tumbled out of her mouth. God, that voice. One other thing I also loved about her. So calming and just...her voice.I finally focused my full attention on her. Though her eyes were just a normal dark brown, I can easily see the passion and confusion in them. What. ”I sidled to the edge of the bed. “Oh yes. What was it that Helen called me? ‘One of Troy’s little wounded birds?’” He nodded. I got up from the bed, stood as tall as I could, and slowly ran my fingers through my hair before fixing him with a smoldering look. I heard a louder moan than before as I leaned over to give Troy a good view of my tits hanging in front of him.“Do I look like a little wounded bird to you, Troy?” His cock was standing straight up as he shook his head no. I sat back down,. There was a tray of food on the table: a sandwich, some fruit, and whatlooked like some kind of protein drink. I didn't want to drink it, but anoverpowering thirst compelled me to, so I downed that first, then gobbledthe sandwich and the fruit. When I finished, I noticed that there were tworound metal coins on the table. They looked like poker chips. I left themthere for the moment and lay on the bed. A depression settled over me, ahelpless, hopeless depression. Would I ever get out of here?.