Could life get any better. IT took along time for me to cum, I made the bitch lick my asshole for a good half hour.When I did finally shoot my wad, it...went all over the side of my bed anddripped onto the floor, I made my dumb bitch mother lick it all up as I satback and watched her. I was finished, I had just cum twice, a lot, and couldn'tget a hard on again if I wanted to. that evening ended with me setting theground rules to my mother, and what I expected from there on. She was going tobe my. I surprise myself, but not as much as Isurprise the two men whose mouths hang slack.Some kind of emotion is building in me, and I know I have to say itagain before I change my mind, so I do."Yes, I accept the mission," I repeat, more firmly.The laboratory is silent. Even Tala looks astonished. The men'sexpressions show part respect for my courage, part contempt that I walkso willingly into slavery.After almost an ehn, a Gorean minute has elapsed, I feel obliged tospeak."Do we begin. They wouldn't think of staying anywhere else, except possibly Palm Beach.Helen, on the other hand, was almost exactly the opposite. Her real name was Helen and it suited her just fine. Helen was... well... plump. She wasn't really fat, she was just large. She was about 5'6" and 160 pounds. She had a big, round (but pretty) face, which always struggled to contain an expansive smile. She wore her brownish-blond hair long, usually in a simple ponytail. Helen had big, bulbous breasts, probably 40DD. You, above all people, should recognize a rhetorical question when it is offered. Now onto the women you refer to as chippies. Yes, I had friends and even some simple acquaintances to occupy my time. Honestly, masturbating doesn’t always cut it. As much fun as it can be and has been to think about your body while I stroke myself and say your name while I was doing it, I sought out a warm body every so often. And before you try to say anything differently, let me remind you about the men that.