I was in no condition to start any kind of conversation especially the one we were about to have. I pour myself a cup of coffee and waited in the kitc...en until I was able to swallow enough coffee to kick start my brain and then I walked slowly into the family room."I saw the empty bourbon bottle when I got home," she said. "How are you feeling?" Not very good right now," I said. "When did you get home?" I got home around 11:30 last night," she said."11:30?" I said. I didn't hear you come in."I. Cohen's practice, and so the over-sexed and over-indulged – and sufficiently well-heeled – pillar of the community had enrolled his girls in one of Dr. Cohen's follow-on programs, Track C to be precise, a biofeedback protocol specifically tailored to the task of turning otherwise-heterosexual young girls into avid and visually entertaining cuntsuckers. This service's low alpha-designation, coming immediately after the two introductory programs, Track A and Track B, was a testament to the. All I know for certain is that I am transmitting live from the camera on my laptop. She enjoys that, my not knowing. Let me give you a more complete picture of me at this moment. I am sitting on a hard-backed wooden chair at a makeshift desk in the basement. I am wearing the same garter and stockings I wore all day, though they're a bit torn and have runs. The corset I'm wearing is the same color as the garter and so is the B cup bra. My titties almost fill the cup, I'm quite proud of that. No. ." Val sputters."I'm sorry," Kendra says with a giggle. "I can't believe I didn't tell you before. The seamstress just took your measurements and transferred them to this dress." But the other dress was beautiful," Val protests. "I looked great in it." You'll look great in this one, too," Kendra says. "As Felicity pointed out, we need to have dresses that not only complemented the wedding scheme, but that also contrast more with my dress."Val looks over at me, her eyes narrow slits, and slowly.