So much of my time was spent reading the "letters" that were printed. A lot of those stories got me off back then and eventually I found magazines tha... were nothing but letters. One store even sold them in packs of three where you couldn't tell what the middle magazine was.Sometimes one of those middle magazines was all bisexual stories. At first I just read the girl-on-girl stories in those but there was a few good MMW scenes as well. I'm not sure what happened but I slowly started changing, I. The only important thing is that you do as you are told. You are owned. You are property. You do as you are told. In this, as in everything else." But, I've never..." I know. That's why I'm asking you to do it. If it were easy, it wouldn't be worth doing. Would it?"Carrie shakes her head disconsolately. I'm standing there feeling a little foolish. My hands are up over my head and my arms are aching already. I watch as Carrie walks across towards me. She's wearing the grey sweat top and short. As she read the story I felt her hand moving in small circles on my upper thigh. I prayed her hand would move to my cock. Listening to Betty read I glanced over her and was looking down the opening of her robe. Betty had felt my head move and must have known I was trying to see her breasts. She stopped reading and in a soft, sexy tone asked."Would you like to look at my breasts?"I took a deep breath and told her I would. Betty took her free hand and untied her robe, opening front to revel her. The thin stream of emotion from the Presence is like finely-woven, gossamer-thin threads. She sees a particular thread wind its way past the others, one which gives her a sense of urgency.Cassie peers downward, and the shapes swirl as if in welcome. "So it is important to you that I do this. I wish you could tell me why and not make me guess."She considers warning it not to force her to go where it wants but realizes it is a useless gesture. She has no idea where she wants to go herself; she.