Join the bitch in the cage as she learns how to serve her many Masters whilst studying at University.
Extract:
When I first saw Cyd she was nude in a metal barred cage in the middle of the living room of the house I shared with three other university students. The sight didn't really seem out of place. That house had hosted many nights of youthful debauchery. It was stacked with empty pizza boxes, discarded beer cans and a semester's worth of paper and sundry trash and garbage.
She was filthy and smelled quite rank, a combination of stale sex and body odor. Her hair was long and stringy and seemed to have clumps of foreign matter matted in it. Her mound was a wild bush of black hair that grew beyond normal limits onto thighs and almost up to her navel. She was curled up sleeping, or passed out, or dead, I wasn't sure.
