After dinner, Denise got a call from Sarah Parr. Sarah had seen a submission on the “first person” section of the site and thought Denise would be...interested in it. We went to the site and looked through the stories and found it. It was from a girl in a small high school that had been running the Program for a year. She was a sophomore. Her story was brief but disturbing.My name is Sandra and I was a sophomore when I got picked in November of last year. I was supposed to be exempt but they made. She was dressed in asmart little blue suit her hair pulled back into a pony tail. Smart yet sexy." Lie there while I tidy up your mess darling" said Susan as she bustledaround the room picking up scraps of female clothing.Nick lay there enjoying the scene marveling at how gracefullshe was even when engaged in the simple act of tidying. As he lay therehe began to feel the beginings of a nagging pain in his head. For somereason he felt a nagging sense of doubt and the begining of whathe. I was in blue panties.I too wanted to remove his clothes. When he attempted to remove the kurta, I stopped him and did it myself. He wore nothing inside, and his chest was a delight to see. His pajama was pulled off and he stood in his boxer underwear. We kept the clothes on the side and walked two steps under the shower. Like lovers, we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other.We applied soap on each other’s bodies and stood under the hot shower for fifteen, twenty minutes. I kept rubbing his. "Now suppose you tell me all about your afternoon in general and that taxi ride in particular."So I did, as succinctly as possible."You're kidding," responded my mother with an expression of total disbelief. "Who are you what have done with my son?" she asked grinning. "Seriously though Justin, now that you're a fully qualified sex mad teenager do you want to put another notch on that big cock of yours?"I grinned. "I guess I could, it would be rather churlish of me to refuse a lady wouldn't.