I don't know what she saw in my eyes, what she saw in the deepest well of my soul: "Anytime, Karla, anytime,", Gabriela said and closed the door on my...face. Two weeks have passed since that day, fifteen long days in which I am no longer myself. I do my daily things as usual but my mind is elsewhere. Deep in my soul, my lust cries and cries for more like a thirsty animal in a desert. Am I now a lesbian sex slave? Do I want Ginger to become my Mistress and Lady? Do I want to be fresh meat for. Drying myself off I walked into the bedroom, there on the bed was a set of lingerie – bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings, full slip – all in black and with lovely lace trim. There was also a nice summer button-through dress and heels. I dressed carefully, paying attention to getting everything lined up and no folded-over waist-bands. Last to go on were the heels, a new experience for me!I walked (OK, hobbled!) into the lounge, Phil was reclining on one sofa with a gin and tonic in his. Her eyes were red and swollen. She was drooling and blubbering incoherently. He removed his hand from her asshole and began to untie her. He told me to leave that he was going to continue her lesson in saying no to him. I was also told not to cum or the same would happen to me. As I was leaving he pulled out another needle and told her to show him her dedication and to shove the needle through her clit. She was crying heavily but took the needle and immediately shoved it through her clit. The. “Dave, while I’m charging around pretending to save the universe from bad people, you’ll be out there protecting us all from real bad people,” I replied, “so please, don’t sell yourself short.”“A lot of people don’t like the idea of me going into the army,” he said, “they talk about warmongers and killing people like that’s all people join for.”“Ignore them,” I replied, “chances are they’re jealous. Anyway, apart from that how’s everybody doing.?”“Fine, mainly,” Kathy said, “not looking forward.