Against every conscious desire, against my very being, I pushed him away. "No!" I said."What the fuck!"He pulled me to him and kissed me again. And I ...ushed him away again, my weak push, so little against so much. There was no way my push could be enough to stop him, if he wanted me, if he forced himself on me, and how wonderful that was.Take me.But he yielded. He stepped back and let my push, my stupid, meager arms, drive him away. He released his hold on me and stepped back."What the fuck,. Needless to say I was pretty damn shocked at what happened when one of the men on the screen pulled the other's cock out and started sucking. My dick was standing at attention almost instantly and it was the hardest erection I've ever had. That was enough for me. I closed out the window and decided to go to sleep. It was an odd feeling, being sexually frustrated and yet disgusted with myself.I checked my cell phone the next day, after work. Lo and behold, Ky had left me a message.6:32PM Kyle. It was a kind of uniform I've come to recognize as the standard dress for the top-level slaves of the islands. Dodi was now wearing something similar, a red halter and white shorts, but both clothings now looked made of soft cotton, and the white shorts in particular were clinging to the shape of her buttocks as she lay on the floor before me.I shook my head as if to clear it. "Dodi, what are you doing here?" I was assigned here, Grand Mufeto." Huh? Assigned by whom? Speak with complete. The skirt had been replaced by another skirt hung neatly onto my peg, leaving me no alternative but to put it on.It fit me, at least the three miscreants had allowed me that. The only problem was it had been shortened drastically, so it only just managed to cover my buttocks. Not the ideal length when you are not wearing anything under it.This was just before lunch, so I had to get through lunch, plus the whole afternoon wearing the tiny skirt. It was just about bearable if I stood up and.