Panties, bra, a slip, nylons, and a pair of red highheeled shoes. This doesn't make any sense to me. Why did she leave theroom without taking her clot...es with her? Or just change here?A wave of weakness suddenly flushes over me and I sit down on the edge ofthe bed, burying my head in my arms. I close my eyes and the world ceasesto exist.I have no idea of how much time I've been like that, though it must havebeen quite long, by some standards. Not mine, though. Sharon's back in theroom and she's. Resplendent in her beauty, I take a minute to enjoy her beauty: more than a minute; a lifetime to enjoy every inch of her. Not that you see this, of course. Not that you know any of this.“You look like your sister,” he said into her ear, his breath against her skin making her sigh.“Yeah, everyone says that,” she answered putting her face up against his. He was just so sexy and his skin was so warm, all that she wanted to do was touch him.“Do you fuck like her, too?” Mini asked, his hands. "Please... can't I go home?" He was almost crying.The orderly who had pressed against David stepped forward. "My name's Tom. Trust me when I say that you're not going anywhere. And the more you fight Mistress K, the more you'll be punished. Do what she says, become what they want, and you might just be okay."David began to sob. Tom reached out and handed David a glass of amber liquid."Drink this and go straight to bed."David took the glass with a shaking hand and drank the bitter liquid. He. He mentally compared his body to Bruce’s. Bruce was much older, but in decent shape, he biked a lot which helped him stay thin. Bruce also appeared to have about as much body hair as Troy, even going so far as to trim his pubic hair. He saw Bruce’s cock cumming again and felt his own cock stiffen at the thought. Troy pushed the thought out of his mind and tried to focus on video games again.This proved effective and Troy managed to almost forget about his incident, until he fell asleep. Troy’s.