"You do like my feet, don't you? Or is it the thin straps of my gladiator sandals crossing over my feet and my ankles? Ooohh, do you have a shoe fetis... too, Jerry?" I glanced down again, and then it happened. My cock jerked once or twice and flooded my white silk thong with my warm cum, shooting several spurts from it's tip. I moaned again as I felt the warm wetness slowly dripping down my shaft, soaking the flimsy material of my thong. "Mmmm, it feels so good to hold you when you cum like. That's the tricky part. Hmm ... hey! I know what I'll do: I'll leave the diary on my desk and ask Robin to check out a video off of YouTube that I found last week. It shows a bunch of people who are tricked into playing some boring maze game when all of a sudden, Linda Blair's demonic face from The Exorcist appears screaming her head off. I'll pretend I have to run to the store to get something. She'll have a good fifteen minutes to read my diary before I get back.After dinner, I went to. There will be eight of us. I thought that when she said we would be in number seven, she meant her and I, but when we got to the cabins, Billy followed us in. Chrissys dad and her sister Sharon were already in there as well as several other people. Isnt this a girls cabin? I asked. Mom answered, Lesson one at Camp Curie. Gender is irrelevant. There are no males and females. There are only Masters and slaves. What are the other lessons? I asked. You will learn as we go along, she replied, but. The district attorney was actually peeking through his fingers at the screen, but straightened up, looking sheepish.The judge sat up. “Why did you stop, Mr Timor?”“Well, Your Honour, I thought in the interests of propriety that…”He stopped when he saw the deep frown on her face.She finally bestirred herself, and said, “Tell me, did any of them actually manage to reach orgasm in that ridiculous position?”Mr Timor looked nervous, “I, uh, believe so, Your Honour, I believe they all did,.