Chapter 75

Since Quinn refused to clean up Rene’s semen, the smell of Rene permeated his car as he drove me to his place with some Kleenex stuffed between my legs. Quinn had a nice home with a hundred feet of frontage on the rocky shore of the Atlantic Ocean, with about ten acres of woods behind his house. He brought in my suitcase and told me to shower off Rene’s stench, and not to bother getting dressed again.

I did as he requested, giving myself my enema, since I didn’t know what he’d be doing with me later. I dried off and found him in his kitchen, naked, making breakfast. He was a fine figure of a man, rock hard, except for his cock, dangling limp between his legs.

“Kneel down,” he ordered.

“Remember, what you do over the next few days, determines if you’ll ever breed me again,” I said, as I knelt.

“I haven’t forgotten.”

While I was down on my knees, Quinn fastened a collar around my neck. It was snug. I couldn’t fit a finger between it after it was on. He lo