'Where are you? Is Aunt Jun okay?''We're both all right.' I told her. 'You remember that small room they carried you through when you first left the h...ngar? That was a trap set up especially for us. It's shielded against our mental communication so I'm having to do this through the electrical wiring, and I don't know how long I can maintain the connection, so pay attention. I can't 'see' the mechanism of the doors because of the shielding, so I need you to see if you can manipulate the. "Your shirt will betoo small now, so here is another one for you," handing me a stretchywhite top with pink piping around the collar and a pink heartembroidered on the left breast. "And here is a skirt and some of thosefrilly panties you liked so much. You'll be able to see ours, so it'sonly fair we should see yours, isn't it?"She let me turn my back while I took off my shorts and underpants andstepped into the frilly panties. They were white with little pinkfrills on the bum. They were. He was handsome, but his beauty shone from within. There was a gleam in his eyes. He was wicked, imaginative, and full of joy. I could see that he was expert at this, at playing at a woman's desires and needs like he was plucking the strings of a bass guitar. His instructions – his commands – had been so clear, simple, well thought out. It was arousing, fucking hot in fact, to think of how he had planned each step of my evening, my descent into lust and humiliation and slutty exposure.I. Was that a touch of yellow? The noises faded away and I drifted off to sleep.Something woke me. What? Huh? Where am I? And why can't I move? My back aches. Slowly thought comes back to me... Oh Shit! What was that noise? I lift my head and get dizzy. I still can't see a thing but know there are people about. Hushed whispers could be heard and a few giggles.The Professors voice drools out deep and loud. I jump a bit. He's standing close. I can't make out the words yet. I try to focus and.