Several times during the day, she would slip away to the bathroom in order to stand in front of the mirror and lift up her skirt or pull down her pant... to admire them, whispering, “I’m your little whore, Sir,” or “I’m your little cock-slut, Sir,” or whatever was written on them, though her favorite would always be the simple, “Your slave”. It never failed to arouse her, and she became accustomed to sitting at her desk and talking to clients with perpetually wet panties.This became especially. Once he was done playing with me, he left my circle, sucking on his fingers.Then Mistress Pam came into the circle and told me to spread my legs and put my hands behind my head. When I was in position she attached another set of weights to my clit and nipples, and let them drop. I moaned as they pulled and swung free. She said, “Now you have a pound on each ring. That should do a good job of stretching you. Now put your slut clothes on and get to class. Don’t forget you still have to open up to. We were in so much love with each other that we did not get to know when we start fantasying with each while talking on the phone once we plan to meet alone in his room as his room partner was going to meet his parents on weekend. I reached his room at 11 am on Saturday I knock the door and he came out in my fav jeans and shirt and I was to in his fave blue suit with a zipper at back well we greet each other and shakes hand on the door and went inside his room was decorated well and every thing. I was beginning to think that no one was going to test what I was doing when Major DuPont slid into the chair across from me."You certainly have stirred up this place," he said laconically.I nodded. "Perhaps, but I notice that you don't appear all that worried."The major laughed. "Well, you already know why. General Clayton followed up on your suggestion from yesterday. We did find out who changed the specifications on the shield generator. The arrest orders went out this morning and the prints.