" What if you're at work?" Actually, I am at work. The guys all pay me when they visit each week."The next morning, I call into work to tell them I w...nt on vacation to the Bermudas. Over that week, Steve and I make love dozens of times. I start to notice my poop being less like poop and more like honey.On the last day, when Steve comes down, he tells me with a smile, "It's Tuesday." After making love again, he brings me upstairs to the bathroom and completely removes my hair. I see the. Lapping at the wetness, sucking my hardened clit and tongue fucking my kitty’s juicy hole. When he fucked me with his massive fingers I couldn’t hold back any more and I exploded on his fingers and mouth. Squirting pussy juice on him and gushes of juice on his couch I came and came until my legs was weak and my head was spinning. When Phil was sure I was done he instructed me to get up and bend over the couch. I loved his authority even now telling me what to do and how to do it turned me on. "Slave, I must remind you that you have been forced into this body which was not prepared for you. Both you and the Margaret construct have to either co-exist or you will all perish in madness. Is that what you want?" I tried to reason with her."You must be wrong Master, although how a Master can be wrong I do not understand. I would not have been placed here without proper preparation. Therefore you have to be wrong. I'm sorry to say that Master, but I think you have been given incorrect. The next morning we woke up before even the ass-crack of dawn and started planning what we were going to do. In our current situation, we could afford to stay in a really cheap motel for a while. We had accumulated about $2000 between us from the work at our previous job, plus what we previously had. It wasn’t much, but we both knew that staying in Toronto would be expensive and the place wasn’t known for its abandoned buildings- what it was known for was low hobo tolerance. Doubly so foreign.