. you. You knew that wasn’t just about sex. How did that make you feel?”“Pretty special. Really special.”“When the right man comes along, he...��ll make you feel like that, and it won’t just be about sex. Understand?”“Yeah. It’s just that it’s nice right now because you already do. You do, don’t you? This isn’t all just some act or something?”“Ouch.”“Sorry. That was pretty stupid. I know it’s not. It’s really nice that you make me feel this way. I just want it to be real.”“I have something to share. The device wasn't that noticeable, but every now and then Mistress B would demand I send her a picture so she knew it was still on me. Little to my knowledge Mistress B decided it was time for her to start talking about our adventures with her roomates. I didn't mind, but almost every pic I sent her that week was being reviewed by the two girls she lived with. Friday finally came and I left my school to go straight to hers, thinking I could finally get this thing off and hopefully cum. Well. I guess tigers have a marvelous olfactory memory. Anyway, that’s exactly what the pair of them did. I mentioned earlier that there was something utterly frightening about it. I could feel their hot breath on my bare body. But worse, I could see the look in their eyes. It was like Arctic ice, it was so cold. They would kill any of us in an instant without a thought.“But that little girl said something else. She said that if any of us was free on the streets in less than ten years, we would be. She was happy to see me.After having some lunch her mother asked me to help her in planning her next exam. She asked me to go in her room. She wanted to show me so many things. Her new shorts, hot pants, sweet top. But we planned it after exams. So I asked about her and how all was going. (Readers, maybe I m going slow but slow going has its all maza, in the end you will end up a mast masturbation, imagining shikha..We both set on her bed. She bring her books and all. She started to telling me.