‘Unlike yourself, your slaves can be reprogrammed. They shall soon be fully fledged Moral Alliance Operatives.’ The voice said in a matter of fact...tone. Christina was getting sick of this, ‘Who are you?’ she asked. The cold voice laughed, ‘I suppose I can tell you, as you’ll never leave this room. I am Professor Smith. I am the head of the Moral Alliance. Now that we’ve got to know one another, I suspect you’re wondering what we intend to do with you. Yes?’ Professor Smith didn’t wait for a. I can’t even picture them having sex. How they brought me into the world is anyone’s guess. I’ll wager immaculate conception.It simply took me a while to figure things out. Maybe I’m just a slow learner.Here’s how I got my education.* * *It was the middle of summer, right after I’d graduated. I still remember the buzz of locusts high in the neighborhood trees. I had a friend down the street, Jason, and I walked over to his house with a basketball under my arm, hoping to play pickup in his. After studying the ads for each club in town I decided to call what reported to be the oldest and largest swinger's club in town: The Red Rooster. After all, I've always been a believer in the value of brand and tradition.I remember nervously thinking about it for a couple of hours before finally picking up the phone. I had a relatively prudish upbringing, being raised to believe sex was dirty, or at the very least something that one should feel guilt about even thinking of. But my curiosity,. I could see he had nothing on under them. Once again, I found myself admiring his large cock.“Hello. My name is Philipe. I’ll be your masseur for today.”“Hello, Philipe. Be gentle with me.”“Don’t worry, Susan. You are in excellent hands.”We both smiled.His words ‘you are in excellent hands’ made my skin tingle a bit. He placed the massage oil over a flame to warm it. Its fragrance soon filled the air.“You chose raspberry. It’s my favorite. Did you know that it is not only scented but also.