This was NOT the right place for her. Greg kept silent. He knew Lola needed time to think. Suddenly she burst out. “Greg, you fucked them, didn’t ...ou?” “You mean my two friends? The ones you have seen in the lobby?” Lola nodded. “Yes, I did.” He admitted frankly. “Both at the same time? In the same room?” Lola continued, more disgusted. “Yes, we did. They are very close persons. Much closer than mother and daughter. They love each other and they love to share their love with others.” Lola. I removed my clothes and was ready for punishment.She asked me to get on 4 legs like a dog and follow her towards the living room. I followed her. She made a dog collar using her dupatta and dragged me around. I was very happy of being used as a slave by my dream mistress. She then asked me to lick her feet and clean them.I was licking her feet very well. While I was licking, she told me, “You are such a good dog who serves his mistress very well.” She told me that I was trapped to become her. " rationalised Steven, evenas his rationale began to seem more like delusion. Steven slipped on hisshoes and before he could even lace one up he realized that his toes werenowhere near the tip of the sneaker, it was like a child borrowing shoesfrom their parent. Steven tried to walk feeling them flop around on hisfeet. "This is ridiculous, how far they are willing to go for a prank"said Steven lamenting his terrible luck. As he reached for the doorknobhe was smacked with undeniable proof; his. I manage a barely audible, "No" but it had no effect. He drops my legs back against the bed. His hands run over my skin, taking in my thighs, they make their way up to between my legs feeling my reluctant warmth. Somehow I find the willpower to get my body to finally move. I scream as I grab his hand, stopping it just short of entering me. I'm still heavily drugged but manage to yell at him to get the fuck out. He's absolutely surprised, "What the fuck?" I manage to sit up, he's in total shock,.