. I’ve retreated into sexual fantasies – thinking about stuff and touching myself. I tried to tell him about the things that turn me on ... But he...��s such a nicey-nice that he just sort-of pretended I hadn’t said anything.”Back to images of her at her desk. Clicking at her computer mouse, we can vaguely see the images on the screen are of bestiality.“I’ve been hanging around internet bestiality forums for a couple of years now, looking at pictures and getting jealous ... Sharing my fantasies. “You were at a club, do you remember it? Your friends invited you, but after you arrived they said they were running a little late. So you had a drink.” There was a momentary silence then the voice continued, “That drink was spiked with a knock out drug. After it took affect, you were brought here. Don't worry, we will have you back in the club before they arrive.“What? Why? Where am I?” Heather demanded, in a very scared voice.“You are in my laboratory and you are an unwilling test subject,”. . So I decided to look her up and give her the real thing.Rang her bell. She opened her door. "Your kissing delivery service, madam".She scared. My smile melted her a bit. "Let´s look where we might best do it"..We went in. She showed me around. I scanned for a fine place to tie her up.She knew that. Pretended she didn´t. My mind smiled: "Classy sexy teaser".Finally, at the attic, we entered her exercise room. "We´re there, Poet PETER".She nodded. "You look lovely in that dress, dear. Give me. “Ohhh babbyyy....I’m cumming don’t stooppp”, I whispered, breaking the kiss.“Me too babyyyy, me tooo...”, she moaned in response, both of us still perfectly in sync with each other’s bodies. “Hold on baby...I want you to cum in my mouth”, she whispered suddenly.“Really?”, I responded, highly excited at the thought.“Yeah...just push me off... when you get too close to cumming...and I'll take care of the rest”, she whispered in shallow breaths.There was no time for questions, and I did what she.