She drive the plug in my ass. The plug keep my ass full andher seed in me.After the guards finished cleaning Leather Mistress and Ilsa's cock, theguar...s released me from the stock and led me to the cell. Ilsa opened thedoor. The cell was a padded black leather room. There was an eyehook inthe middle of the room. The guards pushed me to my knees.Leather Mistress ordered the guards to prepare me for the night. Thefirst guard slid the leather mittens over my leather gloves. Ilsa tiedthe mittens. It is not a big ceremony, maybe fifty graduates gathered in a gallerybefore the small stage.A man stands at the podium,reading the names of the graduates. The threeladies wait impatiently for Monica's name to be called. After what seemsan age, it finally does. "Monica Zimmerman," the man says. As she acsendsthe few steps to receive her diploma, "There she is!! Woohoo! Monica!"Stephanie screams, she, Sophie, and Jackie all stand,cheer, and wave.Monica sees them, waves and blows kisses to her. This was not the girl he’d remembered.She looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Hi Lars," she greeted him like they had seen each other yesterday. She stood up stretching her long lithe body that had filled out a bit, giving her a woman's figure. She posed as she stretched, allowing him to stare at her tanned toned flesh.Lars could see that Aggie had changed, and not only her appearance. The way she stood, she had confidence, and self-assurance that she never had before. She was more confident,. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job.So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever foolishness I was doing. It was surprising, though, that she wanted my help. It had always been Daddy who calmed her, righted the world for her.Anyway, I dropped everything, “Sure, Mom, take me about half an hour.”“Good.”I left the Stockyards, drove over those fucking freeways, through the Power & Light District, past the Wrigley, through midtown, Westport, the Plaza to.