Laying me back down you reach for my high heels, taking them off one at a time. Then you reach up and unbuckle my thigh highs from my garter belt then...sliding them down my legs and tossing them away. You look at me, smile, then reach for the warming oil and you start with my feet, working your way up each thigh, out side then inside. Making sure not to touch my glistening pussy. Continuing up my stomach to each breasts, making sure you spend a lot of time there, as you know how much I enjoy. Where do these students come from? he asked himself. Where have they been? Most of them can't construct a sentence correctly; most of them can't write coherently; some can't even read; and yet, they're in senior high school.He sighed and wagged his head again and picked up another paper to read.He perked up when he read the title of the paper: "Why I Am Gay" by Brandon Gray. He read it with increasing interest and enjoyment. Not only was the essay well-written and almost free of grammatical. Once administered a few times, the victims behaviour could be altered, and they would do things naturally that they would not normally do.This was what Suzie was being given. With great success. The last two injections had actually not contained any drugs at all. The needle was already depressed before it entered her arm. They simply pumped some of her own blood out, and then pumped it back into her. Her mind was doing the rest. She was totally compliant, and would happily give herself when. I heard a gasp behind me as I closed the door and realized I had just shocked Kristin. Damn. After doing my business I peeked out the door, saw her door closed and darted back to my room. I threw on my robe and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. I was joined in a short while by Kristin in her robe."Sorry about that," I said."Don't apologize. It was a nice show," she said smirking."I didn't mean to shock you," I responded."What? You didn't shock me," she said. I gave her a very.