"This is not a game, slut. I will collar you, train andtransform you. Distance is not an impediment to me. If you say yes, evenif you change your mind...in the future, you will be mine to do with as Iplease. So you still want to serve me?"There wasn't even a pause before my reply. I'm not quite sure why, butnevertheless, I quickly spoke up. "Yes, Sir. Make this slut yours. Trainme and turn me into the sissy that I've been fantasizing about being eversince I was a little boy."I could almost hear. McGill at the time had nearly 40,000 students, with about ten percent living on campus – most of the others, in the rooming houses and student apartments surrounding it’s downtown Montreal campus. It was a world of its own. Prestigious. Canada’s equivalent of Oxford, or Columbia in Manhattan. I was homesick and anxious for weeks, just trying to fit into the crush of student life. Although it was never too far from my mind, the last thing I tried to pursue was my sexual interest in men. It took. He arrived and I decorated room with candles. As he entered he was shocked to see the environment and asked me about it. ” for a special night, everything has to be special ” he soon threw his laptop and we hugged and he kept his hand moving around my back. We broke our hug and i served dinner, he kept staring at me all the time and i passing out naughty smile.We were done and I took the plates to kitchen. He followed me to kitchen while I cleaned the plates he hugged me from back, his hands. ” Lacy cried as she stared at the 6-foot 3-inch, 245-pound b**stly muscle man, and duel linebacker on the football team, and his thoughts went off the track as he gazed down and saw the 7½-inches of flaccid uncut man meat that dangled and banged like a bell hammer. “What’s the matter white-boy, you've never seen a real man’s dick before.” He Bosco laughed in a deep bass voice. Lacey attempted to back out the stall when she felt the warm hard body that blocked her path. “Oh god no.” Lacy cried.