All in all she was pleased with her appearance, naked or dressed, and she knew that it was her own fault that she was seldom asked for a date. She was...cool and aloof around boys, outwardly, anyway, and that was because she was afraid she'd really go all-out if she allowed more than a few mild kisses.Turning from the mirror, leaving the overhead light on, Stacy went over and stretched out on the bed on her back. She closed her eyes and began fondling her thrusting breasts. The nipples were small. ?Sayed I?ll do anything you want,? Farah gulped.?What? You?ll do anything I want,? Sayed said.The mind programming was taking an effect on her brain cell. She was giving herself away and putting herself down for?.slavery.?Sayed what I did was wrong. I?m offering myself to you. My life is yours. I am giving myself to you. As your personal slave,? Farah sighed.Sayed smiled. His crotch was getting stiff.?So you are surrendering yourself to me. Offering yourself to me?as my slave,? Sayed started. But really I understood and it’s water under the bridge.” I smiled and emphasised the comment by rubbing my bottom. “I am pleased Jeff.” “OK Caroline.” Wow, don’t I remember. I sure got spanked that time. Mum first let Jessica spank me several years ago now. She was 17 that first time and she has had spanking responsibilities ever since. Mum and Jessica have this thing about lying. They made it a rule. If I lie and get caught then I go straight across one of their laps, bare bottom, no. In a place like this, they had to be.The room was elegant; split into six themed sections, each one of them quite large and would easily occupy a small sized hall, with dividing partitions that almost abutted a central rotating area with a stage. A walkway around the stage allowed the men and women to move freely from area to area; allowing them to watch or participate in whatever fantasy was on offer. It was laid out in the form of a clock face, every section representing ten minutes. The.