. hell, they're obviously Jill's memories. I see men doing things to me/her, I feel pain, humiliation. Oh, shit, Baby, she was a slave, a true sex sla...e. She couldn't stop herself, and I can feel her trying. I see men laughing, and I see one face over and over. He raped her, ordered her to do things, humiliated her, took her to other men. I see them paying him. It has to be that son-of-a-bitch doctor."Jeff's face tightened even more. "He needs killing. Something as vile as he is shouldn't. She moaned as his lips went further down, his tongue slipping under the opened buttons of her blouse and she arched her back pressing her body against his feeling the heat radiating off his body. His fingers found their way between her legs and he began to stroke her, caressing the lips of her slit before immersing into the wetness between them. He rubbed her clit gently at first, while his other hand undid the buttons of her blouse and then her bra, letting them both fall to floor so he could. Not exactly." Well, why did you stop then?" She asked in a more decisive tone. I could tell she wasn't going to let it go."I guess it was because every time I did I suddenly didn't want to." Then I paused trying to put my thoughts together. "I think it was also because the fantasy was of being dominated and humiliated a little. I wasn't getting that feeling. I wanted that sense of being owned and punished."She chuckled a little and then didn't say anything more. Fortunately we were at the movie. .. Lenny!I couldn't believe that after all this time, that tall guy in the restroom was my math teacher! And now I was kneeling in front of him with a pitched tent in my pants, earning extra credit for some bad test grades by sucking his cock. Truth is, ALL I ever really wanted since that fateful day in that mens restroom was to be the skinny white boy that takes black cock! I could'nt really explain it at the time, but that was the truth.At this point I was more nervous than I had ever been.