You know that, don’t you? January 11.”“Yes, I know I’m crazy—about you, that is. So Christmas comes first, let’s start over here.”Morg...n made her way to the bed and, sitting down, started to open her presents. “There’s an awful lot here for just one night’s fucking.” I said nothing, just passed her the first package. I decided I’d start her with the regular clothes before moving on to the more intimate apparel.“Are you not enjoying yourself, Master. I don’t hear any ‘Ungghh’s’ this. She was told to sit and wait. As Jennifer looked at the other girls and they looked at her someone walked in. Jennifer realized that it was a class. She listened intently and learned all that was being taught. She had little doubt that she would be tested and punished accordingly if she didn't do well.Every day for several weeks Jennifer went to class. At night she was brought to her stall. Every other day she was allowed to take a shower with the other girls at school. She was fed twice a day. I was so excited after that. There was nobody else in the car except me and except them. We were in the last car. Both of the girls they came close to me said Hello to me and sat on the side of two passenger’s seat. Both of them were wearing white shirts and black pants. First I thought they must be Bar Tenders but when I started hearing there conversation and I found out that they arrange parties for one of the Big Company in Manhattan. I started talking to them about parties and we became. "Yes, that's it that's... it... milk it dry, you hot little bitch... suck me dry... ohhhhhhh!"The inside of Diane's mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the arid, cottony taste. She found herself trying to picture in her mind the position Judy Carneal and the man, Harry, were in. He was sitting on the toilet seat... yes, that was it, sitting on the toilet seat with his legs spread wide and Judy was kneeling between them, her long auburn hair.