The girls moaning became deeper as she squeezed his thigh harder, moving her hand in slowly widening circles over his thigh until it rested firmly on ...is crotch.As I began to slowly squeeze my own hardness through my trousers, the couple broke their kiss again. The were both breathing hard. The boy pushing his groin fervently against the pressure of her hand while he continued to play with her tits. He whispered something into her ear that I couldn't ascertain, but, after a second, it became. What, where am I," you groan, unable to use your hands to massage your pounding headache. "You are in a top-secret facility," said a strict looking woman, stepping closer to you. "You and several others have been selected to undergo a series of tests - upon completion you will be assigned a life-long master to whom you will serve." What, no get off me," you shout, your arms now strapped down to the table - you've finally realized you have no clothes on. The woman pulled out what appeared to be. Then your are suspended, bringing up about a yard off the floor. This is amazing. You expect extreme stress, but to bondage fully supports you. There is no real extra pressure and you feel more or less weightless, like caught in a net, now hanging from the ceiling, swinging in free air, unable to move and unable to change your situation. The rope between your legs is untied. You feel my hands doing something around your anus. Something is inserted and suddenly it feels like you are being. Dr. Trek went on, not even noticing my mind had drifted. I heard that they were working on higher definition and faster 3D printing.Shaking myself from self-pity, I said, “OK, why am I here?”Dr. Trek smiled, nodding his head as if confirming something to himself. Maybe he had noticed my mind wondering. He took me over to the far wall, the same sort that had concealed the labs behind it in the other offices. He placed his hand on the wall, and an almost seamless opening appeared. OK, a square.