..I miss you," Ron/Kimberly said."Dan? Whaddya mean?" I gasped as I realized that my voice changed intoDan Harris', Kimberly's boyfriend. I struggled ...o release myself fromher embrace. Ron/Kimberly giggled, enjoying my stupor."You've just become Dan Harris, Grasshopper," Mendez said. "Here, seeit yourself," she pressed another button on her keyboard and a digitalholographic mirror appeared in front of me.He was right. I was really an exact copy of Dan Harris. I saw his crewcut hair and his. The one who lost out in this evening competition would unvariably be subjected to a punishment, strapped to the torturing rack for a session that would warm up the Masters sexdrive even further into a throbbing gristle before he proceeded to satisfy his libido on the other slavegirl. Despite the enforced semi-defness the girls would sometimes hear him bellow. "Don't pass out on me, any defiance would earn you added pain and suffering." So when the last part of grooming the ponygirls for the. Being a good boyfriend Brad was always prepared. Since Marlene had to go home early he still had a condom in his pocket so he fished it out and tore open the wrapping. Morgan watched with interest but took the package from his fingers and tossed it into the dark. She captured his erection and stroked it gently as she gave him permission, “Won’t need that,” then rolled to her stomach. Brad went up and over her back, slid down until his head was over the crack of her butt then as she spread. ‘OK, OK,’ she said, ‘you don’t want to discuss this. I get it.’ ‘No, it’s not that,’ but of course, it was that. I didn’t want to discuss it. Was I crazy? I just wanted to go back to my place and let her have her way with me. ‘You probably just want to have sex, don’t you?’ she asked me. ‘Du-uh!’ I answered. ‘You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You make me laugh. And I think you underrate yourself because you’ve never gone to college. You may not have a degree but you’re.