Her whole purpose was to obey.‘No! Don’t think like that!’ the voice continued to cry, but the sound was getting smaller, and only the words ‘...on’t think’ echoed in her mind ... When Joe spoke to her, his voice was so powerful and important that it drowned out all other sound.“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he asked, and she was forced to nod. All the voices were gone now—all language was gone, and Alexis was only able to obey her hungry pussy, and the man who controlled it ... and her.“You’ve been. So, perhaps, it was best to just enjoy the sex and keep herself well lubricated for any kind of penetration in each and every orifice. She smiled at her own lack of inquisitiveness, lack of desire to sort things out. Perhaps she really had been brainwashed.Last night, Alice had been face down and ass up in a private bedroom when a flash of insight stuck her like a bolt of lightning. Just as the streams of cum shot into her punished pussy, she realized the full impact of the thought hiding in. "Leigh will fill you in when she gets back, now get some rest," she replied sounding far away. As I drifted back to sleep I wondered if she hadn't drugged the water.The second time I woke up, the sun was back up and Leigh was curled up in a chair beside the bed. She was clearly sleeping comfortably and I was loath to wake her up. She looked so sweet and peaceful. Unfortunately, my loud groan caused by trying to get up ruined the image. Without a word, she hopped up and helped me to the. Doing a bra again wasn't going to help but, therewere those garters. He had loved it when Betty wore some a few yearsback as part of her Halloween costume. And Marc didn't see any pantyhose in the orders. At first Marc didn't know which was the front ofthe garters, they didn't have a tag in back like his boxers, but figuredthe little heart embroidery must face the front. He took some timeadjusting them. Then taking what he thought had to be the matchinghose, he sat on chair he usually used.