She had light brown hair that hung down around her face and was about 5’7” and was just a tad fleshy in the bottom. She was not the most beautiful...woman but there was something about her that made her attractive.I wished I could have Principal Bright address Ms. Steam’s lack of being pro-active and seeking out struggling students to help. On a fantasy note I wished I could line up a wooden paddle between her bent over visible panty lines. It’s my argument she distracts the class by the pants. What a geek. Anyway, he started babbling on about how it would just be a matter of drilling a hole in the wall between our apartments and putting a network card in my computer, which he had lying around anyway, and blah blah blah.I was tired and just wanted to get to sleep, so I tried to hurry the conversation up by asking him what the point of all that would be. He started going on about how I could always have Internet access without tying up my phone line. That didn't sound like a bad idea,. She had already purchased a dog collar. She put the dog collar around my neck and started stroking my hairs. She said, “Now that’s like a good boy. Go get a bottle of water your mistress bitch.”I had to go like a dog and bring her water bottle in my mouth. She started drinking water. I asked for water. She spat some water from her mouth and asked me to drink the water which had fallen on the ground. She asked me to undress her gently.I followed her commands. In the meantime, I started to feel. She bolted for the bathroom, and then stopped just inside the door, eyes wide with horror. Instead of a plain bathroom like she had expected she found another cavernous room, with a low cieling, and many many many devices and apparatices filled its gloomy depths. Adam came up behind her, grabbing her by the neck and pushing her father into the room. He stopped beside a rude toilet that consisted of a wooden chair, with a hole in it, and a rusty iron bucket under it. A roll of toilet paper hung.