My people would say that you are addicted, that you would die if you are apart from the one you are bonded with." Hartwell said watching how Bee react...d.Bee's face had a worried look flow across her features then, just as suddenly it was gone. Hartwell nodded, so it appeared, that there was some type of addiction going on."I," Bee started then a look of extreme worry came to her face. "I cannot really talk about it. Much like the bond, we have very limited knowledge of it." The medical. But not for long. In less than ten minutes I stood before the bathroom mirror a new man ... or rather, a new fresh boy.The rest of the morning at home was like normal with cereal and an apple for breakfast. Dad had gone to work already and mom was just about ready for her workday in the town 20 miles away. With no siblings, I was used to being left on my own. No mention was made all weekend about the upcoming Frosh Week at school. Both my parents had attended Hayes High when they were young, so. I threw aside all thoughts of embarrassment and planted feather-soft kisses on her breasts, unclasping her bra and exposing those gorgeous breasts completely. She had fairly small nipples and by God were they hard. I gravitated to them with my lips and my tongue and my fingertips, and she hissed when I pinched a little too hard – she was sensitive, that was certainly good.I kept at my work, not stopping until each nipple was visibly taut and her breath was ragged. I blew gently over her nipples. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. The Chapel was full. Some of the guests had ignored the specifics of the invitation and had brought their husbands and wives but many of the married women came alone. The married women who had volunteered to 'staff' the event wore the slave dresses given them graciously by Oskar Botha. Many had allowed Ma'Bill to additionally give them cheap slave collars and allowed him to unbutton the fronts of their dresses almost to the navel, offering all viewers.