"I got a similar feeling when they opened me up so they could put yours in me."First I felt a sharp pain. Then it rapidly shifted to a dull pain as it...faded. Just like what you said just happened to you."With that admission from Stacey, I remembered when I was leaning over the operating table watching the surgeon open me up, I'd felt a similar pain. I'd ignored it back then and I remember it had faded quite fast.Aside from the dull pain I felt, I sensed being pulled away from the conference. "Of course, you know almost nothing of what it is to be a slave. But you will learn. You may take your seat."I got up and took my place again, my eyes lowered to avoid the gaze of my fellow slave girls. I felt I was constantly being tricked into crossing boundary after boundary, surrendering more and more of my previous identity and sinking deeper and deeper into the identity of an abject slave girl. I tried to tell myself that I had said those words simply to satisfy my mistress and avoid the. Rachel sat in a navy office chair in the apartment Lloyd Greene had converted into an office. The small apartment had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a couch, a kitchen, and a desk that was covered with medium sized monitors that relayed video images from the Reed household back to the apartment via spy cam, or “Angels”. The office chair sat near the desk, and Rachel had chosen this particular place to sit for the sole purpose of stealing the photos of Pierce and Will, which remained tucked away in a. No one was touching my cock, but the feeling of sliding up and down Mr. Keans big pole was going to make me cum.“I’m going to cum!” I gasped.“Go ahead. Use my big cock to cum” He replied.With his permission, I started bucking more erratically and pushing my ass down hard. My orgasm was like a wave breaking. I don’t know how long it lasted but it was easily the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. I moaned and collapsed onto Mr. Keans chest.“Damn girl, that was sexy,” He said, “but you got cum all over.