You're all being shipped off to Dixon Conditioning Center."John and the girls continued to struggle against their handcuffs and gags. John desperately...trying to convey the fact that he wasn't a lesbian or a terrorist. The rest of the group because they knew what conditioning meant, even if John didn't. It was widely known in the lesbian community what happened there. Repeated rape by male guards, drugs and psychotropics, subliminal messages and various other techniques to get lesbians converted. I was playing with my clit, Sir. I was lying on the bed naked, my legs spread wide for You....." She could feel that she was getting excited from telling Him about this. Such an intimate act, and she was forced to tell Him about every little detail. "I... I was imagining meeting You here today, Sir, and I was imagining having to recount to You everything I'm doing." "And this made you horny, little one?" He inquired. "Yes, Sir, that made me very horny, Sir", she replied, shifting a little, as. "Then I had to stop, because she was still blocking the bottom of the stairs."Sorry," she apologized again, getting out of the way."It's okay, squirt," I assured her, turning toward the kitchen. She was still at the bottom of the stairs when I came back with my books and trombone. "If you've got any questions, I'll be in my room."A few minutes later there was a timid tap on my door. I blanked my computer screen - a chick in a bathing suit danced on the monitor.Thinking maybe I should get rid of. I pushed her down onto the grass, pushed up her skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear, her cunt shaved. I could smell the tart and spicy flavor of her arousal. Her hands unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, stroking me a few times and then guiding me to her hungry hole. She felt so amazing as I slid in. No cunt ever felt half so good as Antsy's did."Hmm, Mark, you feel so good inside me! Your dick's the best! So big, so hard, I love it!" Antsy moaned. "Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little.