" While we are in this room," he continued, "you will address me as 'Sir'. Outside this room, you will continue to address me as 'Mr. Jenkins', is tha... clear?"I nodded dumbly, quaking like a leaf in the wind.Out of nowhere, a leather strap wrapped itself loudly around my flank, leaving a stripe of fire in it's wake!When my shrieks of pain died down, Mr. Jenkins said calmly, "Answer when you're spoken to, slave." Um, uh, yes." I replied, then, as I saw his arm draw back, "Sir!"Mary, Mother of. But the best part was the really huge guy fucking the youngster’s ass without mercy. I got so exited by what I was watching that I forgot why I was there and unzipping my pants took out my erection and started wanking like I was in my bed. But “Mr. Manager” reminded me about his being there when I felt his dick against my ass as he finished the job of loosing my pants and pulling down my briefs. I took a short look and he was standing completely naked behind me. He started sticking a wet finger. Twenty hours is the most I’d say you should stay in the suit. But if you needed the most you could stay in it would be about three days. Then after that get out of it as fast as you can and don’t wear the suit for at least twenty-four hours.”“What would happen after three days in the suit?” I asked, feeling very curious.“You would become permanently bonded to the suit,” Carter stated.I was now fully awake. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this entire thing, “Oh my God. Maybe school. He looked back and saw two of the riders trying to take aim at him and Dougall, so he shouted out to the others and warned of arrows coming. They started to spread out more and ride in curving lines. The pass was right in front of them now and they knew they would lose the riders and their heavier horses, against the fleeter highland ponies that were used to the terrain. Without any cause or reason, the ponies seemed to have more speed and began pulling away from the pursuers. The riders urged.