I am also looking great,weak in the arms but great.I counted 45 days of the same routine, my mind slowly broken and amore compliant version put in its...place. I still wanted vengeancebut I would take survival.On the 46th day I wake up before the system wakes me up this hasbecome so routine I have changed to accommodate it. But it feelsdifferent this morning, I can't explain why it feels different itjust does. The visor pings to life and the female voice starts up."Today is the first day of. Iske sath maine phir se uska t-shirt utarna chaha par is baar usne mna nahi kiya maine jab uska t-shirt utara to main dekhta hi reh gya usne blue clour ka strip wala bra pehna tha aur pic he hook ki jagah strip lagi thi bandhne ke liye.Phir maine uska bra khol diya aur uske boobs azaad ho gaye, phir maine uske boobs chusne shuru kiye wo dhire dhire garam ho rahi thi, jab main uske boobs suck raha tha toh wo mere hairs ko pakad kar khich rahi thi aur keh rahi thi ki “ SUCK HARD BABY, SUCK HARD”. "Oh I hear that alot. But never from anyone I've cared about before."I can feel the blood rushing to my head as I begin to blush. Coughing, well choking actually, I turn and look into her tanned face as her blonde hair hangs loosely in front of her. Grabbing a freshly pulled weed I toss it at her slender thighs playfully.As the small mound of dirt splashes against her she laughs and stands up straight. Wiping her thighs slowly she flashes her smile at me. "Ohhhhh, Now you're in trouble boyo.. He starts by pulling from his pants pocket and placing a black leather collar with an o-ring and jingly small bell around my neck locking it in place with a small steal lock.I get a good look at him, his attire a black suit, black socks under his Italian leather shoes and a simple wristwatch; he could have been any businessman picking up his mistress, but he’s my master.“Take off your jeans and panties.” He asks sternly.I obey quickly I an out of my jeans and panties not without some doing.He.