She lifted her sime covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean.She stood there next to the girl she had forced to orgasm for what felt like hours b...fore someone came to collect her. It was the older of the Miss' in the red collar. She didn't say a word, just walked over, put a hood over Brooklyn's head and took her out by the lead. She could hear the bustle of the house as the guests and their slaves were leaving. As she was blindly led down another set of stairs she recognised the feeling. Kissing her legs. her pussy was so wet, I could see the juices spilling out from her cave. I put my mouth on her clit, started playing with tongue, her hands in my hair she screamed ” chinna slowly ahhhhh” she was thrusting into my face. It was so hot. My face was covered in her juice.I went up, ripped her blouse off, unhooked her bra, those beautiful melons were right there. I started sucking them. She moaned ” ahhhhhh” I pinched her nipples, to tease her.Then I took off her petticoat, there. Robinson paced the room. "We need to keep you here for one hour of observation and another blood check. But beyond that, if we need anything else further we will let you know."***Heidi and Isabelle were not the last test subjects. We repeated the procedure with a number of beautiful and willing students: sometimes solo, sometimes not. And after a full battery of tests with dozens of girls, we had a sample size we felt we could trust given our results. The intensity would vary somewhat, but. "At the door we embraced and kissed once more, Rob running his nice bighands up under my nightie and pulling me close. Huge tingles erupted allup and down my spine! I wanted so badly for him to stay with me! Butthen he left. I felt an immediate chill, so I put on my bathrobe and apair of fluffy socks, then poured myself a cup of coffee - the thinkdrink, as the TV ads had once claimed. I curled up on the sofa andcontemplated the cold dark fireplace, thinking of it as a metaphor forwhat my life.