Amy watches him run around his circular console with a big smile on her face at the look of pure concentration on his. Flicking his long dark hair fro... his eyes and twanging his braces back into his chest the Doctor pulls a lever up and the TARDIS swings violently to the left and the noise of time and space whirls though the bigger on the inside space ship as once again it disappears and sets off. Only now does the Doctor swing his head round and stare at his red headed companion. Amy is still. His swimming trunks were dangerously low on his waist. Not thinking, I moaned out loud as I saw the huge buldge in his pants. I saw his eyes drift over to the food and back to me. He smiled like a cat and walked over to me. Slowly he bent over me, his arms caving me in. One hand slipped through my tank top and found my left breast. I arched on contact. Next thing I knew my shorts were off as well as my tank top. I was now lying naked with Trey over me. He took some of the whipped cream and. Ideal for an extra sensation during your morning routine.” “Am I supposed to put them, somewhere…”“Somewhere the light doesn’t shine, yes.” She grabbed the box I carried out of my hands. “Let’s see what you got me. A duck?” “Cute and petite, but still very naughty,’’ I jested. ‘‘I figured it fits you.”A grin appeared on her face. “It does, it surely does.”***A quick pee in between lessons, that had been the idea. But before I knew it, I was hard again and rubbing my dick before class. Like any. ? This story is no more an accurate depiction of real sexual slavery than the popular videogame "Doom" is an accurate depiction of real combat.? In fact, this story isn't even an accurate depiction of the nominal "master/slave" relationships that exist within the BDSM subculture.? It is pure fiction; no more and no less.I am forced to write this story under a pseudonym because, for some reason I simply cannot fathom, large, politically powerful segments of society seem to strongly disapprove of.