She fiddled with it for several impossibly long moments. It had to be perfect. It just had to be. Nothing else would do. Perfection. ‘Good girl.’ ...he words echoed off the sides of her mind. Bounced for an eternity from neuron to neuron. How many times had she heard those words? Had many times had her Nana praised her for being her ‘good little girl?’ When she sat so still in church. When she sat her peas. Even when she just waited patiently for her to finish her doll’s dress. She placed the. “You can’t ever let a fucking Navy puke best you. No Reaper is ever going to knuckle under to some Navy puke.”Brody spit on the ground. Well, that part he truly believed. They were the Reapers, after all - dickheads beware and everyone else stay the fuck out of our way.“And what’s this I hear about it all being over some conk? We’re the fucking rock stars of the Marines, man. Fighting over a conk? Does that sound like what rock stars do?”“I can’t help it if the bitch wants me,” Leo grumped. It. ” She said as she wrapped a final strap around my throat and pulled it tight. “Thats what this is for though, if there’s a problem I fix it, if you need an adjustment I make it. Some people might call it… brainwashing. But I think that’s a sad way of explaining it, its so much more artistic than simply making you do something you don’t want to.”The headband was fitted carefully, my heart was racing. I pulled and squirmed, trying to get free.”Oh Riley… don’t be that way, you like the new body. Her fingers forcing my lips apart. "Josie, wait. Oh my god, yes, Fuck, suck it," I command. "You taste so good, Annie. I want your juices flowing down my throat, cum for me," she pleads. I feel her fingers plunge deep inside of me as she lavishly assaults my clit with her tongue. "Oh fuck, yes," my hands grip tightly on the headboard as I feel an earth-shattering orgasm hit me. "We're not finished, Annie. It's now time for you to have a taste of me," she grins.She pulls herself up over my.