Stuffed up into the toe of the shoe was a fifty-dollar bill. I didn’t know whether to be happy, mad, or apprehensive. I really shouldn’t accept mo...ey like that. When I saw Adrian later he asked me about it and I told him how I felt. He just said don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.Someone was playing the piano, so I headed toward the music room or music lounge as Cecile called it. Sitting on the bench playing one of Debussy’s Preludes was the diminutive Sandy. She was so tiny, she couldn’t. When I had just turned sixteen I had a small thin body - and by now had done hundreds of masturbations since I was thirteen years old. My interest of naked men was now much stronger than that of women. I especially liked seeing the man take a piss and I dreamed that I was keeping my hands on his big penis. Can I say that every man I saw piss corresponded to one of my masturbations. In the same year I started to have an interest in women's panties, which increased in me the desire to wear. I went in, it was dark but smelt cleen, there where three cubicles, i went in the middle one and shut the door behind me but not locking it, (after all i didnt want to stop them from getting me) i sat down, there was a gloryhole in each wall one was big enough to put your head through, i heard two car doors open and close, and thought about all the things i wanted to happen to me, the first man went into the cubicle on my left with the big hole and the second in the right, i looked through the. "You made me your sex slave, so that means that you have very specific feelings about me, and it means you don't care how I feel or what I think." But I do," I said, tensing up. "I wanted you to be willing and able to run this house, to be in charge of all the stuff mothers do normally. But if you're worried about your programming, I promise to stay at home, live at home, until we resolve this." There is a way," she said."What?" I asked, hopefully."You can give me the last vial, reprogram me,".