."Yes, Mistress.." she said as I noted this is the most confidence hervoice spoke since I stepped into the elevator with her..."Good. I want you to d... something for me..."About a minute later, the elevator doors opened, and I held her thong bythe strap with one finger noting how they were ruined by her orgasm. Isaw a maid enter a room, and I dropped the panties on her cart andcontinued on toward the auditorium.I stepped inside and there were twelve girls sitting in the front row.They all had. At first I was shocked at the notion and at the fact that he could even think such a thing, and I told him in no uncertain terms that I would never consider doing something that disgusting and perverted.But the idea was planted, and the more he talked about his fantasies the more I thought about them too. I began looking at the men I came in daily contact with in a different light. I would wonder what their cocks looked like, what kind of lover they might be, and would they be interested in me.. Asha had told her that while some felt the magicians neglected their duties, others believed that it was a fairer system since the higher order magicians were not as easy to corrupt. Gazza told Bette that they might get a bit more time to do their own thing if she went the parliamentary way. He was more into the idea of being a figurehead with a big stick (magic) that he could use if he had too.The more Bette learned, the more she was leaning to this method of rule.They had been back in school. Jess landed on the couch,while Eric had no such luck. Trying not to land on the floor, Eric rolledto the left, crashing head first in the wall. Cursing loudly, Eric climbedto his feet, holding his head. Jess decided it would be best if she disappearedbefore he remembered her earlier flippancy over his now splitting headache.Wandering into the guest bathroom, she closed the door and turned the showeron. She could not remember what their argument had been about exactly, butshe knew she had.