I don't know what time it is but I guess it's daytime, I don't know what day I live either. I don't know if it's been days or weeks since I've been he...e, but I guess at least a month and a half because my hair has grown out, it already has bangs at least. I can't complain about how I live in this room to make myself a lesbian sex slave, submissive, humiliated. I eat very well, but I am beginning to understand why I eat as in a recognized Michelin star type restaurant.I am in a 4 x 4 meter room,. Dan tuned to Julie and said that goes both ways and made her promise not to peek in on her brother. She snidely replied that she had no desire to see him naked. However, deep down inside, the thought of seeing her brother or her father naked did excite the teenager. The family had led a fairly sheltered life and she had never seen a naked boy or man in real life. She had seen the drawings in sex education classes, but those were just drawings. Everyone agreed to respect each other’s privacy as. Once 1-2 bullies showed the courage to do it without repercussions, horny bullies of all ages and all cliques (on that bus) felt empowered to squeeze her perky nipples and run back. This included: the dirt bags, jocks, nerds, and every other damn clique that young idiots form in pursuit of an identity. The situation escalated into the boys reaching under her shirt to squeeze her nipples bare. It was so bad it was happening everyday. The bus driver simply ignored it. He enjoyed watching it from. I could pop him out and eat him up right there. But my Master has wisely directed me to play with the Captain a while. To get him ramped up. To make myself indispensable. Though there’s always the possibility that he will fuck me and leave me. Leave our plan ruined. But I can’t dwell on that. There should only be me and my holes and him and his dick. A wave of unquenchable need sweeps through me. I want him in my mouth and my cunt and my ass simultaneously. I want him to never leave me. To pump.