“It was! I wrote a bunch of stuff that managed to get me an A, but I wouldn’t say it was very convincing now.”“Why is that?”“Because later... we talked about the root of true knowledge, you know, «je pense, donc je suis». And all it does is create another problem because it’s kind of circular. You know, saying ‘I think’ to prove ‘I am’ really proves nothing because you have to assume an ‘I’ who is thinking!”I chuckled, “Welcome to my world!”“What?”“Did Kara tell you about the Rap Sessions we used. But I had hardly any time to think about it before I saw a long, black cock slid through a round hole in the wall directly in front of me in the small, dimly lit room. I swallowed as I saw the size of the thing! It had to be about 8-9 inches long, and it was thick! Very thick! It had an amazing, well shaped cock head; and as I stood there in silence for a second, I heard a voice from the other side say: "Come on! Get going!"I knelt on the floor, and then, surprisingly, and with no further. The flow of the routine, verbal and sexual abuse, it was getting me off! I acted as if I needed it to be said, just to achieve an orgasam. Now cleaned inside and out, still very hairless, make-up, tits, wig and dressed. The process seemed to fly by. Her dominant sexy abuse made me hot. Then I came! She giggled a bit as she watched it flow out the tube that has been inside me, not really feeling it, as I grew accustomed to being in chastity. I was reminded over and over, it was no bigger than a. She gasped aloud when his mouth found her nipple and he began sensuously nipping at her small aureoles.She half heartedly resisted when he unzipped the skirt, but it too was soon lying on the floor."Phillipe, I've never..." I know. It's okay," he replied as his own shirt shoes and pants joined hers and he led her to her bedroom where he lay her on the bed."I... I don't know what to..." she started."Shhhhhh," he chided gently, working her bright blue silken panties down and off."Oh, Phillipe!.