The grassy lane that I peddled the bike down wasn't much to speak of; it was probably wide enough for a tractor or truck but didn't look like it had b...en traveled upon very recently. After I rode for almost an hour, the path merged and opened up into a large grassy meadow. I stopped at the outer edge and looked to see if I was in the vicinity of a house or worse yet, another main road. Fortunately, there was neither; only an ancient windmill stood sentinel on this ground, apparently the last. Well, you get the idea.Thankfully the media hadn't caught wind of the presence of Slavertalents, since Slavers generally covered their own tracksremorselessly. Only the FBM and a few other individuals with close tiesto either the Bureau or the medical community even knew they existed.None had ever been taken alive. Of course, although the general publichad no real knowledge of Slavers, rumors were already beginning...Slavers had the unique ability to bend others to their will. Sure,Whisperers. Doing as any good slut should do,I swallowed every drop. He pulled out and said to "be here tomorrow night 8:00pm" and I told him I would. So the next night I arrive and we meet up,same booths ,same thing,suck him dry. This went on for about two weeks,maybe 5 nights total. On one Friday night we met,he met me outside the store and asked if I would join him in his van,that he wanted to go further with me. We get to his van and he immediately takes off my sweats,revealing my sexy white satin. I’ve got something I want to do with you.”I got out of bed, followed her to the bathroom, watched her pee and licked her pussy clean. At least she didn’t make me drink any of it this morning. Once done, I peed and wiped my pussy with my fingers, because she was watching me. I went to her room, made her bed, cleaned her room, picked up my clothes and went back to my room. She had laid a skirt and blouse on the bed for me to wear. So far, I have been lucky and none of the teachers have said.