As her fingernails clawed hungrily at the crotch of my nylons, I playfully bit her nipple causing her to gasp and dig her nails into my fattened lips....Taking a long sip of her drink, Ingrid growled "You call this a martini? I've had better stewardesses in coach!" "I'm very sorry sir," I cooed, rolling off her lap and crawling over to the coffee table on hands and knees. "I've been a terrible stewardess and I need to be punished." I leaned across the table, presenting my bum to Ingrid. I watched. This night I'm just wearing typical patent leather minithat is super tight from some modifications that I did,basically tightening it up. Along with that a silk blackblouse from Bebe that I'll tie at the waist and let mywaist/corset show along with my cleavage and bra. Next ofcourse are the 6" black platform stilettos that match theskirt. I decided to be a light brunette wig that isstraight and frames my face along with some hoop earringsand a black patent leather choker as well. To finish it. She believed it implicitly after it had been pounded into her brain.We started our own form of reprogramming. Both of them were used to doing everything told of her which helped somewhat at the start. We did another form of help by destroying the growth in her womb. She did not even think she was pregnant because she was not told to use her mind on a subject like this.Laverne and Margot had been given amphetamines as had the other slaves. Fournier did not know about the Abicore but knew that. Piper giggled at their continued back and forth. For some reason Devin and her mom just didn’t seem to get along these days, and she couldn’t understand why. Or maybe their sniping was just how they got along. They were funny. Piper looked back at the house behind them where the girls had gotten drunk in the hot tub. That’d been a fun night.“You know what would be great right now,” she whispered conspiratorially out of ear shot of Mrs. Fawkes, hoping Devin would get the hint, “a hot tub.”The.