What was taking her so long? Or was it long? I had no idea. My perception of time was all messed up and I could have been sitting there for minutes, h...urs or days and not known the difference.I didn’t even realise I’d finished my drink until my glass was empty. I sighed and I stood to pour myself another. I had my back to the door when the softest voice imaginable said, “Paul?”I turned and gasped, nearly dropping the bottle. Clarissa leaned against the door frame, her arm raised above her head. "If you read the literature you were given, you'll see that all trainees have the option of choosing the slave block. If they do run away, which is possible if they are given outdoor duties, they will either be picked up by the Police and returned, or captured by others and taken as slaves. Another option is that their Indenture may be bought. We do consider the suitability of prospective purchasers. In your daughter's case, it was felt that this was an inappropriate place for her and she has. Bree moaned, bucking her hips against him as he mercilessly teased her. Her pussy and clit were throbbing, in need of desperate attention. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair again, trying to pull him closer. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he grabbed both her wrists with his free hand and stretched them above her head, holding her in place. “Please... Dorian, I need you to touch me.”Bree groaned as she arched her back, pressing her hips up against him for emphasis. To. But Victor, who had turned 14 by year’s end, was still as bald down there as a billiard ball. Not a wisp of hair there nor on his arms, legs, chest or armpits. He was as hairless as a little girl’s pussy.The second secret, one that horrified the lad, was that despite being puberty-hormone challenged in the manly hair growth way, his cock was doing just fine. What made that horrible for Victor was that he was totally ignorant of some basic facts of life and teenage development. He knew boys over.