I scramble out of the living room searching for a place to hide; somewhere that he won't find me. I remember that Jen's, -- I mean my bedroom closet, ...s deep and dark, so I run to my childhood room, throw open the closet door and wiggle my way down behind boxes and bags of clothes. When I feel safe again the shaking starts. Soon I'm sobbing and shaking and quivering in the dark, hoping Joe won't find me here, but I hear steps approach and I hold my breath. I know I am breathing so loud that Joe. Tom made sure to get some to take home with him when they traveled back. The city was nowhere near the size they were expecting but it was still a busy place. When they put down the gangplank, they were met by the harbor master asking about their business. How long would they be staying, what they had to sell and what were they looking to buy.Micha took the lead and answered the man’s questions. When he said horses, it gave the man pause. “Most people don’t come here for horses.”“The owner of. It took me a good while to even realize that I was awake and once I had realized it, my state sparked a fit of panic before Master?s voice replaced the white noise and calmed me down. He explained that I am recovering from the torture session and subsequent surgery. I am now castrated and Master told me that he has removed all traces of my sack as well, replacing it with a nice, straight and, in time, barely visible scar. I am learning to accept this and his reaffirmation of my status during. She gasped again, but didn't say anything.I stroked myself under my pants and stared at her. Her blouse showed a little cleavage, and I was staring hard. I looked in her eyes and asked shamefully, "Can I see your boobs?"She mumbled under her breath and unbuttoned her shirt, unclasped the bra from the front and pulled it aside, revealing her breasts. I started jerking faster, letting my pants slip down my thighs before coming before I could warn her, covering her skirt and torso, even getting.