. ?" And he can cook. How lucky am I?" Her voice was muffled as she still had her face pressed against him."That's a large assumption ... Pet" What?" ...ou're assuming I meant I would cook." Yes, I suppose I was. Would you like ... I mean; Master, shall I cook for you?" No, I'll cook. But I require you to sit somewhere I can look at you. I'll see if I can concentrate well enough not to spoil our supper."He managed to create a very satisfactory if simple meal."You know," he commented as they. After he had accepted Sidney's hand in his own, he had lost the ability to speak, the ability to think... the ability to do anything but listen to Sidney's words and accept them as gospel."Now, my good man, I just want to make sure that you understand the way things are going to go. Nothing strange is going to happen on this bus. Right?" Nothing strange is going to happen on this bus," the driver parroted."Excellent. I do love a quick study. And you are going to keep your mind on your driving. Emilio stared down at his lifelong friend'spussy and thinking how over the years, they peed together in alleys,bathrooms, on trees and whatever and now just after a few days, thatsame friend was showing him the proper way to take care of our vaginas.Emilio placed his dainty right hand on his tiny pelvic area and ran hislong pink fingernails through his bush verifying that he really didn'thave a cock and balls anymore. Somewhere along the way, he hit a nuband let out a gasp and a slight. Then:"Listen, Charlene, I've been wondering if you'd come to the Village with me." Sure -- when would you like to do it?" she asked, putting her emphasis on the words do it. The only thing that bothered her in the least about Tim was that he didn't seem too terribly bright to her. In fact, she wondered if he was just another pretty face."Ah, anytime you'd like," he said quickly, missing her nuance. "When would be convenient for you?"You want him for his body, Charlene, she told herself, not his.