"Gene shook his head, "I don't know. It's been years since ... since Whitehead. Nothing makes sense. We were into a lot of things ... none of them tha... I can connect ... to all this..."Fleur studied him a moment, returned to her map, silent, sipping coffee. A young woman rushed up with a piece of paper. Fleur read it, crumbled it, tossed into the fire burning in the fireplace. Gene had seen several chunks of paper tossed there already."You're under my command now, Shay. You do what I say,. Okay... I guess," I say nervously, I can hear the clinkingof buckles and smell leather... oh my.First a corset around my waist. Black leather with three large silverbuckles one atop the other down the front. It rises up to sit below mybreasts, and down, over the top of my hips, a very restrictive length.What's worse, probably, is the feeling of it being ratcheted shut behindme, squeezing me tightly, before Chrissy stops with a sigh."Can you breathe?" she says and I nod. "Good.. good. Now.. head. " I began pushing my tongue in and out of her. Behind me Sylvie said, "He's learning to be a pretty good cunt lapper." I felt her finger on my asshole, rubbing a lubricant around and inside it. Then I felt her dildo push against my ass. I remembered how much it had hurt when she did that before. "Come on, roll your tongue around my clit," Maureen ordered. Just as I moved up to do that, Sylvie pushed the end of the dildo into my ass. It hurt worse than before! "Take it out," I begged. "Don't. It was a bottle for medical pills and had the name of a well-known hospital on the label. But instead the name of the drug and a description about the dose, it only had the following number hand-written on it: D75-33b7 I shook the bottle and heard the dry rattling sound of a few large pills bouncing off the walls. It contained ten elongated pink pills. I didn’t think much about it and nearly forgot to ask him. But after our dinner (we had Oyako-don) I asked him “You sick?” “Hnnn nnn.” He made a.