Maybe it was something I should try. I closed my eyes, forcing aside all distractions and sensations. I focused my mind on the girl, but was unsure of...what would actually bring her forth. If I just thought about her, would she appear in this room with me? Should I try and fall asleep and dream about her?Slowly the sounds of the other patients faded, the world falling silent around me. But I was not alone. I felt someone gently grasp my hand and opened my eyes, staring into the beautiful blues. " I rolled to my back, keeping my arms and legs wide. I had not been given permission to close them. "Grasp your ankles." I did so, drawing them up over my head, opening my body even more widely, brazenly presenting my charms for his view and potential usage. I held the position as he seemed to consider my form.He continued to put me through my paces, making me open and display my body in ways that can only be demanded of an absolutely compliant slave girl. I hoped he liked what he saw. On top. “Okay. The same for you.” She thought about it and added, “But I still have to like them first.”It seemed whatever was bothering her was gone. A sly grin emerged on her pretty face. “Did you and Mom ever do anything kinky?”I smiled. “Define kinky.”“Hold on.” Her finger was a blur on the iPhone. “Like BDSM, or necrophilia, Oh yuk! That’s, like, sex with dead bodies! How about exhibitionism? Or troilism? And look at this! Jeez, Dad, do people really like sex with statues?”“What are you. ” I was stunned and looked at you shockingly. You once again replaced my dick in my boxers and zipped my fly. As the class ended at 11:00 am you told me to get up and come with you as you had your arm wrapped around me inside my button-down shirt and inside my pants holding onto my dick. I also had my arm around your waist as to not look too conspicuous. You led me to your car and told me to sit down and that I am driving. I obeyed of course and started the car. I hit the brake and put the car.