Lance laughed! He told Bob of how Chad had changed from this macho fag-hating prick to a submissive sissy. Lance recounted how Chad just startedthrowi...g himself at Lance and would do anything that Lance asked him to.He told of how Chad started dressing like a girl and how that was all theclothes that he now had (and how much he loved to go clothes shoppingespecially for tiny skirts and sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret). Lancetold Bob what a great lover Chad had become and how good he was at. If you choose not to hear it then that's your personal choice. What we do here is important. Think about my words when your Melanie is bent over a desk and one of our graduates is about to break her in. She'll soon be taking boys behind the bike sheds and either giving them a blowjob or letting them fuck her." She's not that type of girl," Steve spat."They're all that type of girl unless she's a lezzie of course, in which case she'll spend all her spare time with her tongue in her girlfriend's. He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt beneath it, and a dark blue pinstripe tie. He looked like a very powerful man, A very sexy, powerful man. Pulling the sheer nightgown tightly around her, she strode toward him angrily. Where the FUCK are my clothes!? she demanded. He looked amused. I prefer you without them. He smiled as he looked her up and down appraisingly. He stepped toward her and, in one swift movement, pulled the gown off and tossed it aside. She did her best to cover. Ott picked up the phone ... still at the point of a gun and dialed.“Hello, you old goat fucker,”“Of course it’s Bob ... who else knows?”“Good to hear your voice, too, Clarence.”“Clarence, we have a problem,”“There’s a youngster waving a gun in my face and he’s wearing a vest that claims he works for you.”“Certainly,” Robert said. “Your boss wants to speak to you.”He handed the phone to the gun toter.He wasn’t polite, “Bullshit!” He turned red in the face and handed the phone to an older.