My arms fell around her neck and we made out for I don’t know how long. We eventually parted, and only then did I notice the people clapping and lau...hing, and also throwing money on the table. My pussy ached, and I wondered if I had wet through my thin shorts. “Welcome to Tips for Tits, love.” Daddy smiled at me.~~~We were tooling down the road… okay that’s what they call it, that isn’t how I talk… anyway we were Rockin Down the Highway to our next and last stop, Hell’s Kitchen on the Ortega. You close out your email and get up only to see your relief standing there. He offers to take the call and asks for the keys. You throw them at him and grab your stuff from the ambulance. You clock out as you watch them drive off in a blaze of glory. You then walk out to your car and get in. The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. Your body gets warm and flushed. At a stoplight, you stretch your legs. Your skin. No one was left in the room but the candidates themselves. The floor was mine."My name is Michael Wright. You will know my voice as that of your master, and anything I say to you will be absolute," I began, reading from a carefully prepared script. I quickly read the roll call of contestants (minus my harem) to open their programming."If you heard your name, you will willingly have sex with Michael Wright at any time he requests and consider it the most normal thing in the world. You will enjoy. Kid Flash uniform? Red gloves, yellow boots,body suit and not a dress anymore? Check. Bart Allen's body? Long legs,small waist, 30th century guy's package, wider shoulders and strongerlooking upper body? Check.And the moment Bart had his wits about him again, he tried superspeeding off. Check again. In a second he was in Central City, objectsbecoming a horizontal blur beside his tremendous travel. In anothersecond, Bart had the girl from the intensive care unit in his arms. Andshe was slowly.