"You want to know what to expect. That is understandable at such an earlystage of your conversion. Be assured that the details will soon cease tomatte...." Is that what you reckon?" This is not a contest, Ruth Pattison. It is not you against us. We have noinfluence whatsoever over your assimilation. Our part in that ended onceyou were exposed to the meme. The replacement program is now workingindependently to create within your subconscious mind an exact replica ofthe neural patterns we inherited. He is fast becoming a connoisseur of my suffering. I don't know how I feel about that.When I agreed to serve a week in Roissy, I anticipated more sex and less whipping. I'll have to go back and re-read the book when I get a chance and see if I failed to notice how often O was whipped. Maybe Gene can't get it up as often as he'd like so he's punishing me for his deficiency. Or maybe he's whipping me just to fill the time.I began trembling uncontrollably from the tension and the pain and the fear. The officer insisted. She bent over the door of her car and started pawing through the foul smelling stuff. She could feel her pussy bare to the air when she felt something push into her. She looked back and there was the Amish man with his pants around his ankles and his massive cock pounding into her. She squealed as she felt his dick violate her. He was much larger than her boyfriend and he was pounding her hard. He put a hand on the back of her head and pushed her face first into the. She convulsed and reached for his hair, fulling intending to force his lips closer. He pulled away at the last second with a laugh and kissed her hands, sucking her right index finger into his mouth."Has this finger been inside you?" he asked when he released it with a lick."Yes!" Show me," he commanded.She eagerly obeyed, slipping it through her slit to tease her swollen clit, then pushed it further into her aching center. "There! Kiss me there!" Soon," he whispered, but she didn't believe.