Oh a different carpet on the floor but there was still all those buttons and stuff. How Conner kept it all straight in his head, I don't know.Inside, ...ne of the pretty reporters that assaulted me before was talking into a microphone while looking at one of the screens. To my horror Conner was in the screen.His appearance had changed so much it scared me. He was bare-chested and had cut his normally shoulder-length hair into a near buzz cut. But the thing that scared me the most on the slightly. ..have fun''he left on his bikean hour later, at the end of the bike track, on his knees in the forest alone, slurping his friend black hard cock , ''stay there mouth open, we will get our cock all wet so we can fuck you''looking up, the 2 friends using his mouth , open and wet white boy mouth, on his knees looking up at bigger better cock , cock made to be pleased and suck onmommy little boy getting teach , talk about his small cute cock getting hard sucking cocksnaked , little white boy hard. You are going to be tied up and forced to eat your own cum every day for the next week. You will have two chances tonight to back out but if you do not take them then you are agreeing to the full week of training. I don't want to make you do this if you really don't want to, so I am going to get you worked up, I will ask you if you want me to make you, if you say 'Yes Mistress', I will put this gag in your mouth and there will be no backing out tonight. That will be your first chance." I know. Things that shamed her, humiliated her, make her cry, brought forth pleasure, make her wet, and left her feeling more and more as if she were no longer in control of herself.They would make her feel like she was their toy, a toy for their pleasure. A plaything. Like a little Mexican Barbie that could be bent in different positions, could be manipulated and abused as much as its owner wanted and there wasn't anything she could do about it but take it. To take the abuse while her pussy lathered.