The proof that the machine was going to change her down to the very core. And yet, Heather’s outrage was once again sedated to the point of uselessn...ss against the conditioning. Heather was being fucked in both her holes, her breasts massaged by a lesbian, and she couldn’t hold back the tide. ‘Aah…aaiie…Make it…nghaaah…stop…’ The machine further teased her by flashing words on the screen. Drawn to her own slutty expression, Heather’s eyes feasted on SLUT CUM WET OBEY atrocities even her. A moment after that the hallway begins to incline, and the tiled floor turns to abrasive concrete.I’d like to say the time here passes quickly, but to be honest, I have no idea. This walk has felt both like a long, dull trudge, and a mere blink. I suppose that other than a bit of walking and talking, pretty much all I’ve done since I got here is partially drown and fuck – two activities which are known to distort the perception of time in humans. Being as lost in contemplation as I am right now. Except for my panting there was silence, I looked down to see my cum dripping from him onto the floor. He stood quietly, slowly masturbating himself.I heard my voice “It’s my turn to pleasure you”. We shuffled around again, I sat on the pan seat facing him, his hardness sticking out just in front of my face. I leant forward, opened my mouth and worked my way down his shaft while using the fingers of one hand to fondle his balls. My tongue flicked and licked across the head, my face buried in. A few years ago I had found a magazine in the seat pocket of an airplane and for the lack of anything better to do on the flight I sat back and read it from cover to cover. There were several letters in what was called the "Feed Back" section from men who got a kick out of seeing their wives with other men. I don't know why, but somehow the idea of seeing Bett with another man appealed to me. I began to imagine Bett showing herself to other men and trying to attract them and then making love to.