"Get those sweet lips of yours around your ultimate Master, and show how much you desire to please me. In addition, I desire to feel the hot glow from...those weal's upon your hands, so I want you hold the back of my thighs as you offer your obeisance."Becca was cringing as she knelt before James, her palms scorched by the cruel cuts of the cane, her inner thighs quivering with agony and torment. Things were not going quite as she had imagined. In her fantasies she had been perfect and never. Not sure what she felt, maybe that I had a change of heart. Instead, I asked her to remove the pendant I gave her as a birthday gift a month ago. She removed and placed it on the table. As she was about to leave, I stopped her for a second time.This time I forwarded an offer to her. She may get a job in my company but for that, she’ll have to do me a favor. She didn’t utter a word. I asked if she is interested. After thinking for a minute she finally nodded her head.I asked she will have to get. Her mouth dropped open in amazement. Could this be true? Could this really have happened? See crawled to the TV, turned it on and pushed play on the VCR remote. She cringed as she saw the laughing men unzip her dress and move her to the two stallions who sandwiched her between them as they pounded her in nest and anus. The scene then jumped to a shot of her atop a red headed man, his shaft plainly visible moving in and out of her. She gasped, as she was pushed forward and just as the note. It was truly survival of the fittest, and only the very fittest specimens survived to reproduce and pass on their genes. The lame, the halt, anyone who wasn’t grade-A, top-of-the-line, physically and mentally, didn’t make it. No dilution of the gene pool then, it wasn’t possible.”Right on the money there. I look over at my very own grade-A, top-of-the-line specimen and smile.“OK, you say, physically yes, but mentally?” the professor goes on. “And that’s the popular perception, popular not only.