Master was programming her. That felt so good. It felt good because he had programmed her to enjoy being programmed, but she didn’t care. She felt t...e warmth of his hands petting her like the good slave girl she was, and the sheer rightness of it all lulled her into a blank and accepting trance. She didn’t know how long he spoke to her. She didn’t care. It was Master’s will that he program her, and Marie wanted nothing more than to accept Master’s will. When he told her to stand, she stood.. He gets out. She looks over at him again. “Ms” he says “everything alright?” She nods but then she pukes leaving a small pile of vomit on the ground. He envisions that happening in his car and wishes he had a bag of some sort to catch any of it that could occur in his car. “May I give you a lift?” he says. She swallows and tries standing straight up. “No, I’ll be alright” she says. “Just a case of a stomach cramp. I didn’t stretch out properly prior to running.” She looks at him and a look of. ... Yes, since I was eleven. But I can't, um, dressin my dorm." I suddenly remembered my fear of being thought gay. I added,"The only time I was able to dress at school was last Hallowe'en. I have agirl," I said, with emphasis, "and I let her talk me into it." You have a girl. How many TVs have you known?" Nobody but me." Well, I suppose that's why you had to drag your girl into the conversa-tion. If you didn't know before, you know now: most TVs aren't gay."It's a measure of how little. Ismail pinned me to the wall and started smooching me. He felt me from top to bottom without removing a single piece of cloth from my body. Then he ordered me to open his zipper and play with his dick.I was shaking and then sat on my knees to open his zipper. I somehow found some strength and opened his zipper, and his dick sprang out. He then asked me to play and suck it nicely. So I started playing with and sucking with it. Once I started sucking it, his dick went deeper into my mouth.It.