“So Monday, okay? Here ... not at school.”I was heavily into nodding dumbly that day. “Okay.”I don’t remember going home. I don’t remember...eating anything, or changing clothes or getting ready for bed. I do remember beating off that night. I shot at least four feet. Okay, okay, I know nobody can shoot four feet and live to tell about it, but it was one of the hardest orgasms of my short life. When I got up the next morning I thought it was all a dream.The next day I saw Lori in the halls with. Kalista mustered, “Come on X, One more time!”Annie started the music and Claire made her run up and we did it, perfectly, causing K to applaud and giggle and the other people sitting around the pool all stood up and applauded as well. A strong feeling of self-satisfaction coursed through me and I walked up to Claire and I kissed her with every fiber of my being.We found a wonderful place called The Custom House Tavern. We walked in and were greeted by a nice young woman who recognized us and. She stripped and danced in front of another five clients that week. Three of them raped her. She orgasmed every time. Each of them booked another appointment for “more of the same”. “I’m a worthless slut because I cum from being raped,” she would tell them as she rubbed her huge fake tits on the stripper pole. “I take off my clothes for people I don’t even know. I suck on rubber cocks like a brainless fuckdoll. I can’t think of any reason why I deserve to be respected or listened to.”At. The only jarring note was what looked like a flesh coloured loin cloth.She picked it up saying, "Eve, you are to be Eve from now on, at leastduring the day. But I might let you be Adam sometimes at night." andsmiled coyly. "Now we can't have our Eve with that big lump you'retrying to hide, it would spoil the shape of your dress. So you will haveto wear this during the day. At least till we find a better way for youto control yourself."The loin cloth was a gaff, an undergarment designed to.