Ching Lee was picking the Doc’s brain asking all kinds of questions about his equipment and the drugs. I think he liked the attention because he was...more talkative than he usually was, almost giddy.Strapped down and hooked up, the questions began. When we finished, there was very little new information. The only piece we had gained was Rafi Quastri’s choice to replace him if something happened. The first one was Saif Alawai al-Jawfi - who was now dead.Rafi’s second choice was Tamerl El-Hassan. I felt more and more humiliated by each thing she said, worrying my friends would hear in their rooms. Not to mention how ignored I was feeling as my breathing was cut off and my hard cock left alone. Come to think of it, lying there embarrassed and with my face covered in her cum, I don’t think I’d ever been so hard. “Ohh god, I’m going to cum! I can’t imagine you’ve ever made a girl this happy with your cock!” She ground her hips down as she said this, cutting off my breathing for the longest. She knewthat he had been in her closet and used some of her underwear.She had one of the secretaries look for boarding schools close to thecity."All-boys? All-girls? Mixed?" Please let me have lists of all three types - and I'd appreciate notesas to quality." That will take some time, Mrs. Clark." I know. Record your time to my internal account."Ana got the lists the following week, and she took them home to look atthem during the weekend.Sunday morning they had an unusual breakfast meeting.. A well known expression, especially if he was the fly on my wall, my bedroom wall to be more precise, every uncles dream, watching his niece discover sex.I was a good girl, I felt his hard cock when I was 10, during a family get-together at the Summerhouse. I was lying on a sofa like seat reading, when he came over, reeking of booze, lent over me, and pulled my hand onto it.I had mixed reactions, but loved the feel of it, big, strong, warm, and soft, and when he covered my hand and made me move.