The standard mirror was on the wall facing me. The joint was so cliché. I felt like I should start looking for Jack Webb or Broderick Crawford to com... in. What I did do was go to sleep.I know I was a disappointment to the folks on the other side of the mirror. I wasn’t playing the game right. One of the methods of interrogation I had learned was to deprive the interviewee of time. Remove watches and clocks. Use a windowless room so that day and night can’t be determined. For long term. I found her in her room getting ready for school. She pointed to the dress she wants me to wear when I entered her room. It's hanging on her closet door. It's the black, tank style dress with the crocheted skirt, deep cut bodice and uncomfortably large armholes.Although inappropriate to wear to school, for a girl with larger breasts it might not be a problem. But for a girl like me who has very small breasts, I'm going to be in constant danger of overexposure. And of course there are the large. The thoughts of what these girls could do began racing through her head and her breathing began heavy. Oh God she really was becoming a slut.?Good girl,? said Megan in a patronizing tone. ?Now put you legs back over you head so you cunt is right above you face. Well done right in position. Now open you mouth.? Claire did as she was told giving her face the expression of a sex doll which ironically seem to be the direction she was the direction she was currently heading towards. She tried. I lay there silently wondering what to do as my brain pieced together that Brian had his boxers around his knees, and as he lay between my thighs his rock hard teenage cock was sliding up and down my young slit while he sucked really hard on one of my tiny nipples. He was clearly enjoying himself as he used me for his pleasure and listened to the free sex show next door. I whispered into the night air "what are you doing?" And he snapped back "finally, I've been trying to wake you for ages!".