I looked at the three remaining players. I felt as though I knew everything possible about Vlad, but nothing about the other two. Everyone in the club...except me seemed to know them somewhat at least. It was proof that I didn't spend as much time in the club as I had planned.The cloak and dagger, as I had expected that it would, had somehow become the Ex-pat club for soldiers in the undeclared war. I was determined that the struggles from the real world would not invade the club. It was the. I raised my head out of my cubicle out of curiosity to check out the source and there she was (let ‘s call her Sheena) dressed in fitted white jeans and blue top.What a dish! was my first thought. A tall(5’8), extremely fair, voluptuous and totally drool-worthy girl with huge boobs (bazookas) and a huge ass standing in front of me making me go mad with lust.I was completely lost in her at first sight and already cursing the lucky bastard who would be enjoying her delicious body. I tried but. I am showing my classes a movie tomorrow and I simply have to get this screen down, since you seem like a big, strong, young man would you mind holding this ladder while I try to get the thing unstuck? she asked me.No problem I said, then I volunteered to go up the ladder for her. She said No she couldn't take the chance that I might fall and get hurt. That she would have to be the one to do it. I shrugged and said OK I'll hold the ladder.She quickly went up the ladder, while I stood behind her. First, oddly enough, humiliation was key. This was clear from the start,hence the short dresses, no one wants to expose their panties, it ishumiliating. That was how this part of the program worked, but taking itfurther seemed to be successful. Keeping the patient constantlyhumiliated offered more success.That could be achieved in many ways, the site recommended, if there weretwo ways to do something, always consider the one that would humiliatethe "patient" more.The choice of clothing. Dresses.