Mmmm that felt good, but I gotta get loose. Michelle pouredsomething on a cloth and put it under the gag so I would smell it withevery breath. I recog...ized the smell as Poppers. Not what they usedbefore but it would keep me off balance and unable to resist them.Michelle went on to explain my situation. "Now that you are quitehelpless let me tell you how things are going to be. I already told youI liked to play with dolls and have made a few. But you are going to bemy masterpiece. When we are. Now I was completely naked and watched him get undressed while listening to my wife's moaning next to me.He got me to lie down on the bed and joined me, his hands never stopping the caresses and exploring. I opened my legs a little to give him more access to my balls and crack and he took advantage of it by pushing a finger against my hole. I was too far gone by this time so I pushed back against his finger and it popped into me. I felt a sharp stab of pain then pleasure as he pushed his. I lost count as to how many times I left his class room on the stretcher of a Med-bot with a broken bone or a serious concussion. Master Alema never expressed apologies for what he did; when I was laying on the mat with a broken limb and almost passing out with pain. He merely pointed out the flaws in my attack or defense to the class and showed them the slow motion recording of my errors.After we graduated we could get skill implants that would give us instantly the skills of a wide choice of. Your hands squeezing andkneading the flesh of my arse is a welcome sensation. The extra weightfrom your attention pushes my body down further onto the pillows undermy cock, which feels ready to explode.After a moment I hear the sound of a drawer to the side of the bedslide open. There is a pause, followed by the sound of a tube beingsqueezed. Suddenly, my anus feels cold, there is a damp sensation and Ican feel it spreading wider, something moving deeper, slowly deeper. Iknow it's not your cock.