She was still as naked as before, but wore some more gadgets.?Her head was enclosed in a black hi-tech leather helmet. It covered the whole face, blin...folding her totally. Only her blond hair showed out from behind as a ponytail and her mouth and nose were free to breathe. The helmet incorporated a Wi-Fi getting and transmitting data and was fitted with six powerful batteries in the rear part just under the ponytail.To poor Caroline’s outstretched tongue they had clipped a cable, it run through. This time, however, I was on my back and hogtied, legs pulled up against my chest with my arms tied to them with rope. A rather large butt-plug was clearly visible sticking from my ass and a ball-gag completed the ensemble.“Um, am I interrupting something?” Emma asked. Jess seemed legitimately confused before following her gaze to me on the floor.“Huh? Oh! Nope, not at all. Today is our” - and by ‘our’ she meant ‘my’ - “anal training day. I’m gradually working Aaron up to accepting larger and. I started to get up with the intention of grabbing it, but just then she straightened up and turned around. Smiling, she brought the little table and placed it near my feet. I caught her quick lustful glance at my crotch which was bulging with a massive hardon.“For the drinks,” she said and turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.She returned two or three minutes later with two glasses of pineapple juice. I noticed that her blouse was now loosened except for the last button; I could. Those three things continued to be the battlefield right up through the Civil War, fought as much to end religious domination and a very non-representative rule of the Gentlemen, as about ending slavery. I had a lot to learn about the alternate reality in which I lived.My time of peace during the day was Music Theory and Composition. I downloaded new music onto my iPhone every day and spent time on the bus and even time running with my earbuds plugged in. We’d moved to classical music history.