Iwanted to find a very quiet corner and think. I felt utterly violated,like nothing was secret or secure inside my head. They would be able todiscern ...y every thought, my every intimate feeling. This wasn'tsomething I has signed of for, and my stomach heaved at the thought ofsome lab tech knowing what was going on inside my head.Somewhere between the mess hall and my quarters I found a bench, and sankdown onto it was a thump. For all my feminine training I was still verymuch a man when it came. Sometimes, J would stop by the boardwalk where M worked and they would sneak away to one of the defunct ticket booths. Saying not a word, Jay would drop his pants, M would drop to his knees and work his friend over within minutes. Both were getting exactly what they wanted and this added to the excitement.One of M’s favorite things to do was to attack J with a handjob when he wasn’t expecting it. He’d plan it all out and have a nice gob of Vaseline in his hand then follow J up the stairs or. He seemed toview everything through a kind of erotic haze. These worries hadcombined over time and had started to erode the love that she had forhim to the point where she had thought about leaving. She was stillyoung.Their weekly sessions together continued to become more and moreadventurous until Robert had persuaded her to take him to a fetish clubas her slave. She was very unsure of the idea and saw it as Robertstarting to persuade her to bring someone else into the relationshipbut he had. It was difficult just moving over when you got up," she replied. Robert went over, and moved the blanket. Then he helped Karen sit up on the side of the bed. She was very stiff. He massaged her arms and legs for a while to loosen her up. She started to cry again."Are you in pain, Little One?" he asked."No, Master," she replied through her sobs, "I am ashamed to cause you so much trouble. I fear that I'm a very poor slave girl," and she started to moan.Robert pulled her up from the bed, and held.