.. are you related to..." he looked at his clipboard, " ... Mr. Brocken?"I didn't understand and I didn't know who Mr. Brocken was, so I just sat ther..., watching the blue men put my Master on a wheeled cart. He was in his pajamas and they covered him with a white sheet before strapping him down. I frowned at that."How long have you lived here?" the grey man tried and again I had no answer for him.The man looked at me for a few minutes and I watched them take my Master out of the room. I rose to. . and yours. I feel selfish." She certainly enjoyed herself though." Yes, but that doesn't excuse it. The 'ends' doesn't 'justify the means'." What about the men you've been with? Do you feel like your were taking advantage of them?" That's different. I don't feel that way with the guys. With them, we're both using each other. It doesn't feel selfish." I can see what you mean," Tim said honestly. "But you know, sex to some extend, is about being selfish. If we didn't enjoy it, and get personal. .. "She doesn't talk at all does she?" She meant Gwen."Just if she want's something from us. She is the chick that isn't really here. Do not look to her for help of any kind." Then it's like she really isnt here?" Cheryl asked."Yes, that's exactly what it's like." I agreed.We left the car with Cheryl and I walking side by side and Gwen following while seeming to talk on her cell phone. I knew from my discussion with Mike earlier, that it was a pretty high tech camera not a phone at all.I walked. I came close twice, and my fingers are twitching to dig themselves in my pretty waxed pussy and make myself explode in pleasure. But I know better than to disobey you. I wonder what you'll do to me. Last time, you teased me with that juicy prick of yours for a good hour before you put it in me. I came instantly- I still get wet just thinking about it. You had made me suck on it, and had fucked my mouth with it. I wanted to taste you, for you to let that cream explode in my mouth, on my tongue.