, well, I’m not who you think I used to be any more, I’m referred to as ‘Human Reception’ now. No saints or angels or devils here any more. Y...u are now a Customer, not a Sinner. Your password accesses the new processing system which determines where you go from here, up or down or in between.”“Well, nobody gave me a password.”“Mmm, let us go back to the end—”“The end, don’t you mean the beginning?”“Let me put it this way, Customer, what’s the very last thing that your mortal memory. He was, in many ways, an unpolished diamond and I felt privileged to teach him. He just had this way of making me smile and happy to see him.That day, since he was alone, he insisted I don't hold back with my warm-up program. He knew I'm a merciless coach and my warm-ups are tough and that's one more reason why I enjoyed working with him so much. Like the little masochist he was, he used to jump at every chance of asking me to break him. I really enjoyed the lessons where I could indulge in the. Luckily one of Richie's aunt's was sat beside him and so he chatted away to her for the most part. I however had got myself into a little under the table game with cousin Graham. Oh, it was so nice to have my naughty side back and even nicer to have Grahams hands roaming over my thigh throughout dinner. I too had allowed myself a little play with his semi hard cock and balls under there. I was burning with desire and hardly ate a thing, I messed around with each plate of food that was put in. Dustin hesitated a moment and considered where it might lead. It could lead to a way out, he thought. maybe. He hoped it did. But then what was the waste room for? In his mind he pictured a giant room full of trash that slowly compacted in on itself like the one from Star Wars. Dustin shuddered. He definitely wanted no part of that. On the other hand, this seemed to be his only option. He was not about to go try more locked doors in the opposite direction.Raising his head out of the chute , he.