She also sees Miss Thompson dressed in a black, leather, one piece catsuit. Her breasts were covered, but her box was clearly visible."On your knees s...ave Jane," demands Miss Thompson. Jane obeys and waits further instructions. "Now tonight is your initiation as my slave. You will refer to be as mistress, understand." Yes," replies a scared Jane."Yes what," bellows Miss Thompson."Yes, mistress," replies Jane."Better slut," says Miss Thompson. Now crawl on your knees to my feet and lick my boot. “No, I leave this evening, but that’s not why I called,” I replied. “You know how Denise likes it when we think with our big brains instead of our small ones? A corollary to that is ‘never put into text, email, or on paper what should be said via vox." I used a term for voice communications familiar to ex military aviators like Roger. "I’m not ashamed of who I am or what we do, but you seem to still be getting the hang of this.” “Damn, you’re right. Will you delete it?” Roger replied, subdued.. You had been on the tour and did not seem to find a girl you didn't want to fuck. It was crazy and you looked it up online after and found it ranked #1 in hottest girls. You also saw it was ranked #3 in terms of partying. You weren't the best looking guy in the world, but were above average and with your athletic football body you should've pulled significantly more at Clearwater but only ended up with 1 girl.Otherwise the football team was mediocre, They were 6-6 the year before and you hoped. “They had sex,” Alva told him. “Why can’t you create Magic like that when we have sex?” she demanded. If Al could have turned red in embarrassment, he would have, but cats can’t blush.“I’m staying the night. We’ll leave early in the morning,” Ken told his Familiar to keep Al from being too embarrassed.“All right,” Alva agreed before turning to Al. “You’ll get another chance to generate some Magic,” she told him, as she walked out with her tail up in the air. Al immediately followed her.Ken and.