I began to kiss and lick her cunt. This was just pure sex. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure as I was licking up all of her juices. She began...to utter pure filth to me. "Fuck, oh yes, your tongue feels so good, don't stop. Make me cum again and again." I continued to give her as much pleasure as possible. Her words were turning me on more and more. Then, she uttered a request that caught me completely off guard. "Get behind me, do me from the rear. I want to feel like a wanton animal.". I knew that the Program was easily twistable to the 'desires' of teenagers rather than the desires and goals of those behind it. Plus it had one big flaw. Respect. When you stripped away the clothes, it was as if all need to respect the students in the Program was taken away with them. Especially us girls. The last students barely survived. One was assaulted and raped. She got AIDS from it." My turn." Karl said. "She said that respect vanished with the clothes. You know who the Program student. Meyer took more pictures of me with the wig onmy head. Next came the eyelash curler and mascara, more pictures, andthen she went all out. I had no idea so much work went into lookingpretty, eye shadow, three different shades, eyeliner, more mascara,eyebrow pencil with the promise that if what she thought would happenshe would pluck my brows to clean them up. Lipstick and gloss followeduntil she said she was done. More pictures followed from every anglepossible. Mrs. Meyer had covered the mirror. She was obviously bored and though it was hard to understand, unhappy. So much so that, after six months virtually rebuilding two chalets, he fucked her, it was at her instigation I might add.He had been connecting the sink waste pipe at the time so he was on his back with his head and arms inside the cupboard under the sink when Brigitte arrived to 'chat'. She chatted to the extent of telling him that she wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away as so many other opportunities had.