. and please you...” Havers nodded and glanced at Melissa alongside.“And you?” “It will be an honour to serve you... in every way,” replied ...elissa. Her voice was always lower and a little more controlled than that of Julia.“Fine,” said Havers. He smiled again. One might have almost termed it a benevolent smile. “Now. . . ” he went on, “there will be a few minor changes this week. Whenever I or Miss Rosalie come into this room, you will not simply kneel like you are doing now. You will get down. The only predictable outcome was thatStacy's control over me would grow deeper and stronger.I had been in pursuit of fetish sexuality very early in my childhood,exploring personal roles behind closed doors. As I grew-up I foundStacy, or she found me. Then, as an adult, I encountering the writtenexploits of others, and discovered that although unusual, I was notunique, Learning this was an enormous relief. I did not have to betruly alone,This isolation and fetish play folded into an elaborate. "Fumbling I did so, not daring to question her right to strip me. My cock spoke for me anyway, it was rearing already. Well, I was just eighteen. She gestured to me to remove my underpants, holding out her wastepaper basket for me to throw them in."Yes, very good, excellent. Nice and firm and no false modesty I see. I can't stand a boy who tries to hide his erection. Lovely pair of balls too. Just turn sideways for me will you please?" she gestured for me to turn both ways to show her my cock. Bennie saw that and gave him "the look." He moved his gaze away from me. The other three seemed to be normal people. They looked us over but without the lewd hunger of the other man.The kinder looking man said, "Hello. Welcome to Champaign. I'm Glenn. This is Sandra." He pointed at the woman next to him. "They are Ed and Lisa."Bennie responded, "I'm Bennie Sullivan and this is my wife, Janice. We're from the communities of Preservation and Protection checking out the area to the north of our.