My cock was achingly hard with a morning piss-hardon, so I sat up in bed, shifting in front of her. I grabbed the coed's hair and told her to open up ...s I took the medical gag from the nightstand. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it. "No please," she begged, her voice made small and timid - just as a woman should be - by twelve hours of brutal torture-fucking, "I won't bite." I slapped her face and forced her jaw open, then ratcheted the gag until drool ran copiously from her gaping mouth. I. She was as new to all of this as I was I found out later. Together they could if not actually control THE COMPANY, at least leverage their continued good behavior. There were also others just like THE COMPANY out there that we would be expected to find and neutralize over time. Right now it was enough that I was needed. In time I would learn to accept my new position with Mistress. In time everything would become clear I figured.Then Mistress Red got down to the business at hand. Acting as. She closed her eyes again and lost herself to the simple pleasure of the brush running through her hair, again and again, building a charge in her like static electricity. She felt herself growing warmer. He kept on for some time, his fatigue forgotten, no thoughts of the morning alarm intruding on his reverie or her feelings of contentment."Stand up" he tells her as he lays down her brush. Her hair shines in the dim light from the bedside lamp. She rises from her seat and he pushes it aside.. It was getting closer. The fairy was a couple of feet tall, had wings like a bat but otherwise looked like a teenage girl. She was pretty. He was surprised at how pretty she was. She was getting closer. She was naked and her lean body was mesmerizing and she walked confidently toward him. She kept eye contact with him. She had a sweet, innocent smile on her face.“Yes”, she said, sweetly. “A fairy.” She was getting closer. Vince was so stunned that he didn’t realize that his pants were.