She has placed a cheese tray on the kitchen island and put two glasses of white wine on the bar for us. “What is that, did you bring me something?�...� she smiles.I sit next to her and place the box in front of her. I take a long sip of the chilled wine. “Oh, that tastes so good, it is good to be home,” I say. “Yes, this is for you, it is a symbol for the lifestyle decision we apparently have made,” I say. I gaze at her as she opens it and pulls out the golden anklet. It has a male symbol and. She asked me all types of explicit questions about the past women I was with, how I masturbated, what was my technique for oral sex etc. I would ask in return questions but she often did not answer them. During these conversations I would get so worked up that I would have to excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and wipe all of the pre-cum off of my cock and out of my boxers. A little while after Jane started working with me, a new girl started. Her name was Sarah and she was strikingly. The tests took place in my room whenever possible, so I had a people passing in and out very frequently. If the equipment was too bulky for my fairly small isolation room, the tests were done in my anteroom. As one example, a simple treadmill/ECG/breathing mask setup. The sort of thing any serious sports facility could have, but which was presumably obtained especially to test my physiology when running.Only very rarely was I taken out of my Isolation Suite, and that was only when the equipment. “Get your tight little butt lubed up, pull out the shower head and clean you up.”“Right up my ass?” she asked me looking at me with a smile.“Right up your ass.” I replied to her as my raging hard on tried to rip through my jeans.I loved the way she used to talk dirty as I looked at her teasing me. I hated it. I just wanted to blow a load into her throat. Ugh. I looked at her for a minute until the door opened.“Hey kids,” I heard her mom say. “You’ll have to order that movie off the satellite..