“Oh, fuck, you are such a lezzie whore!” groaned Lee, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes, you know how to make a woman cum!”My clit throbbed ben...ath my fingers. The pressure swelled in me. I moaned into her cunt, so close to exploding.And then she let go of my hair and stepped back. I stared up at her, panting, whining with aching need, my pussy clenching. Her hand shot down, seizing my right arm, and ripped my fingers from my pussy. She grinned at me.“Slaves only get to cum when their Master or. Perhaps it was because I had never seen his face, perhaps it was because he was someone I might have met on the street and didn't even know it.We ended up talking every night. After about two months he asked if I wanted to meet him. I was a bit nervous because of all the bad stories I had heard about people meeting other people from the Internet and being hurt or killed. He assured me I had nothing to worry about and proceeded to give me his full name, address and telephone number. Then he said. I buried my head in my pillow and bawled.We were administered tests, given a complete physical, issued uniforms and books, instructed how to stand and how to march, how to sit, how to eat, and how to address our superiors.Charlie and I, being freshmen, were equals; everyone else was superior to us. He was a fair-haired kid, taller than me, on the thin side.Lights out was at ten o'clock and I was getting ready to select a female companion to put me to sleep when I heard Charlie whisper. "How did. I am Colonel Yekaterina Sergeyevna Anisimova of the Committee for State Security.”“What the fuck?” Connie spat.“You heard her,” I said sternly. “She’s a Colonel in the KGB. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. And she’s a ‘Hero of the Soviet Union’ no less, as you can plainly see from the medal and ribbon she’s wearing.”“What the fuck?” Connie repeated.“«Полковник. Пожалуйста, продолжайте»,” I said. (“Colonel, please proceed.”)“«Конечно, Степа Райевич!»” (“Certainly, Stepa Rayevich!”) she replied, then.