‘Do you want to wear this?’ he asked, holding it out to her. ‘Yes, Master,’ she said, knowing that he had taken away from her all other answer.... She knew that the drug had already begun to wear off, but this time it felt like an impossible effort to stir her mind into thought. Master’s programming had worn grooves into her mind, deep as chasms, and her thoughts had no way to climb out of the channels he had carved for her. She couldn’t think, not when she knew. ‘Good slave girl,’ Master. This causes enormous erection in me and she become wet and sticky down there and grips my dick and starts giving strokes from under. However, there is an intial resistance from her as I start the fantasy and she slowly picks up the heat and reaches an thundering orgasm. After the act both of us are fully exhausted and that ecstasy reaches the peak when we climax together.On that Saturday evening I reached home from office little early than normal and we decided to go to linking road which is a. Things had wildly changed.Upon arriving at school, I had been arrested, along with everyone else, by cheerleaders. They were distributing ribbons. Reds were the most common, five out of every six students wore a red. Reds obeyed yellows and greens. Yellows were practically everyone else. All the teachers were yellows, but not all the staff. Yellows commanded reds and obeyed greens. I was a green, along with five others. We could tell anyone else to do anything and they’d do it. Anyone except. " True," Amy said, "but if we tell people word might spread pretty quickly." I wouldn't worry about it," I responded, "we have a pretty big basement if a lot of people show up." Have you thought of a name?" Amy asked."Not yet," I replied."What about Students for Comprehensive Sex Education?" Naomi suggested."That might just work," I said, "but we might want to consider broadening it beyond students, since we're not going to be affiliated with the school anyways." Yeah, but students are the.