He went home with one of the dancers after. He’d been seeing the woman for six months. I threatened to tell my mother if he didn’t end it. He deci...ed to end his marriage with my mother instead and moved out.”Sam looked confused. “But you’re a dancer now?” Diane nodded. “It was part of the sex therapy. I needed to build my confidence back up and I wanted to learn to be a little bolder and wilder in the bedroom. Madison suggested I take pole dancing classes and then actually do it. I was nervous. The practice of ethical sadism is a keynote of our operation at Terminal Farm.* * *Christine Riggio, Terminal Farm CounselorI try to treat each girl as an individual, at least initially, as I guide them to the acceptance that in reality, once they've been collared, tagged, and admitted to the farm, they are really just anonymous meat. Kimmi, for instance, presented herself at our first session as quiet, docile, and accepting of her fate. Actually, I would say she seemed oblivious to her. Hayden leaned in closer and started to softly lick the head of my cock. Attacking it like a little girl would with an ice-cream cone she softly tasted the precum that was already oozing out. I watched her tongue slide over the wet head as she tested the waters so to speak. Her hands slowly started stroking the rest of my cock, increasing my pleasure. "Yes…Suck that big dick Hayden…" I groaned, putting my hand on the back of her head, pushing my cock against her lips. I watched as Hayden's lips. He guided me to an open area and had me get on my knees – my heart was pounding as I started to figure out the game. He asked if I wanted to back-out, I was to scared to say no. He told me the rules were not to touch anyone with my hands, and I had to guess who with only my mouth – I could hear the guys lining up as they played with their cocks to get them hard. He said ‘here’s the 1st contestant, now open your mouth’ next thing I knew there was a semi-soft cock in my mouth – the first cock I.
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