Nina kept her hand working a moment longer, reading Gretchen perfectly, and pulling the hand back before Gretchen came.They both paused for a moment, ...ettling their arousal, and their nerves, then Gretchen helped Nina out of the car. "For the rest of the evening, remember that you have no name. You are not a person, you are property. I will not introduce you to anyone, as you are only an object to be used. Do not expect any of the social niceties where slaves are concerned. Only the dominants. Suddenly, a noise makes you stop dead in your tracks. At first, you only hear your own breathing and the soft, distant sounds of dripping water. But then there's something else -- the faint, muffled cries of a human being, looming up the winding stairwell. Then it stops. Could someone be calling for help? You quicken your pace until you reach the bottom step. Through the dim candlelight, you see what appears to be a long corridor. Claw like pillars reach up to grasp the hulk of the low ceiling. " "Okay," he said. "You promise to come back tomorrow after your showing, and I'll let you go." "Come back?" she gasped. "And what? Be put back in this, uh, box again?" "Yes," he said. Gail fingered her wet pussy. That touch triggered such a powerful orgasm that she couldn't control herself as her whole body quaked and throbbed. Her shoulders banged against the undersides of the top panels as her body went into auto-pilot.Panting and sweating when she finally regained control. Could her name be Julita Pettersen? She turned and caught me watching. She returned my wave but not my smile.There was not enough time before class to order the flowers.By the time I got home Laura was in frenzy. She was wearing the college T-shirt and pants I had given her. She had not packed."What's wrong," I asked, seeing that she had been crying. I reached out to her but she wouldn't come to me."I didn't pick up," she said sniffling."You didn't pick up?" I said, puzzled.Laura walked to her.