The visitor had made me uneasy. I wished there was some place even better to keep my spray, but at least the cabinet was better than sitting out on my...dresser."What are you looking at?" Morgan demanded.I looked down at the school lunch table where I sat. I was frustrated that she caught me staring. The tall blonde busty senior was dressed in her red and white cheerleader outfit like all the cheerleaders did every Friday. Of course, all the guys looked at her. What did she expect? Guys looked. I would try not to be a slave. I realised that behind those two girls was much of slavery of which I did not know. I wondered what had been done to them to make them think as slaves. They were so attuned. I had seen it in them when they were the slaves of my father and of me. Such beautiful slaves! How willingly they offered themselves to be bound or to be chained or to be whipped. It is an art. To submit and to think of naught else but submission is a craft, a technique, to be learned and. Aur main delhi ki rahne wali hu. Aur main call center me job karti hu. Main aaj ap sabko apni chudai ki ek sacchi kahani batane ja rahi hu kaise kanpur ke boyfriend ne mujhe choda ye meri sacchi kahani h ap sab mujhe mail kariye main apse whatsapp par chat karungi. Main bahut sexy hu. Aur mera figure 36 30 38 h. Aur mujhe bahut sare logo ne choda h. Aur jo log bhi mujhe chodte h wo log mujhe hamesha yaad karte h. Aur mujhe chodne ke liye aate rahte h. Aur mere bahut sare boyfriends h kuch. I feel a hand on my cheek, soft. The hand caresses my check and works its way towards my mouth. I frown quizically. The finger enters my mouth and I suck it. Umm... I feel vulnerable but protected. The finger starts working it's way in and out and I hear Natalie whisper to my ear, "Just do what you're told and everything will be alright." I groan and feel another finger enter my mouth and the motion pushing the fingers into my mouth carries on. I continue sucking."Chris, are you there?" Yes.