Then, chagrined, sheadded, "Drink this and go back to sleep. You'll feel better later."Something bad tasting and sticky was put to her lips and she sw...llowed. Sleepclaimed her again.Piccolo-chan had no idea how long she was out again. She only knew that anunknown amount of time had passed before she woke up again.The dreams she had been having were bad, but not really understood. People andplaces she had been were interacting and doing some of the most bizarre things.Then they would turn evil.. The Net party is in room 7.’ Pointing down the hall he states, ‘It is down there 3rd door on the left.’ Giving her a smile he hands her the book to sign in. Signing her name to the ledger, TreTia finds that her hand is shaking. ‘Is there a place I can change into my suite?’ TreTia asks, as she puts her signature on the ledger. She noticed that it asks for her address as well and shrugs, and she puts it down. ‘Well miss we have bathrooms in the Hot tub rooms. You can change in there.’ Smiling a. Knowing he was in an impossible position to be able to wank over our mutual fantasies made my already bad bad mind work overtime. It was a very good idea he told me. But only on the condition that he could watch me slap my clit at the same time. I told him I was full of good ideas and that ‘yes that would be an option’. He said he hoped that my cunt was wet. In reply I said it was wetter than he could ever imagine. I wanted him to finger it, just to make sure. He said ‘nah…I’m going to ram a. "And that is why I was now, on Monday, at the front door of the Sex Slave Academy ready to undergo a two-week course for cunt slaves. Mistress had kindly signed my application (you have to be sponsored by your Mistress, you can't just show up) and had sent in the form indicating what skills I was to acquire. I did not know what courses she had requested. It was not my place to know. It was my job to learn as much as I was taught so that I could be a good slave for her.I entered the reception.