“A creature of habit is Max. I just wish he’d get out of the habit of stealing our fucking tips! With a bit of luck, he’ll be off shortly.”“...hy, has he got another bar?”She gave a smirk (the first time I’d seen her smile). “No – around 1.00 am he always goes to his office out back for a joint and a nap!” She began nervously fiddling with the beer mat again. “Listen, if I’m gonna come back with you for the night, there’s something I need to show you. So, when you see old Max slip away for his. ”“It is not programming then.”“Yes, it is. Before, I would do anything he asked because I loved him and wanted to please him. It became programming when I drank the chemical. Now, I cannot change.”“Was Andy’s programming the same?”“No. She was programmed without her knowledge to belong to you only. Well, to you and Bert, but he is dead, so it is just you now.”“The others?”“Very simply, actually. He would tell them they would be totally obedient, totally uninhibited sexually and have an. We hardly slept. Uncle Tom had been dreaming of fucking me for some time and he refused to let me sleep even when I was half unconscious. I must have passed out three times but uncle Tom and his pet Harry kept on fucking me mercilessly until morning. Uncle Tom fucked me with ferocity that matched my daddy and grandpa's. Harry was not gentle either. My young growing body was tired and limp by early morning as Uncle Tom and Harry fucked me simultaneously. I was torn to bits with orgasms and. And I stood there while you jacked it off, it was huge," and with that, the girls all began hooting things like, 'let us see, ' 'pull it out, ' 'we love 'em big, ' you get the picture, they were a hot bunch."So, I was hoping that we could convince my little brother to show us his big one and maybe put on a little show for us?"The whole room, of course, erupted and Cynthia was the first one to reach up under her skirt, pull off her panties and throw them at my brother. Then panties started.