I stoked up his forearm with my fingers. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Get the idea?” I asked as I sat back with my hands on my thighs.He did as I ha... done. Just the touch of his finger on my hand caused a tingle down in my core. A mummer came from me as his finger stroked up my arm. His fingers moved to my thigh alongside my forearm. “Oh yes,” I said before I realized he was all too close to my pussy. I jerked away and although the feeling I was experiencing was pleasurable I said. “Too fast,. “This shit is HARD!” Ron said. “I can fix any car you show me, but computers? Forget it!”“I’m the opposite,” I said. “Don’t let me near a hammer or a screwdriver. How about you, Pablo?”“I play baseball, and never saw a computer until I showed up here! I’m going to be a Marine officer. I know which direction to point a rifle, and I bet I can throw a grenade more accurately than just about anyone in the Corps, but computers? No chance!”“Well, I have a reputation to live up to,” I said. “That. His hair had been dyed, or at least touched up, and was immaculately cut and styled. He was holding a microphone in his hands.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “today is day two of twelve for Vicki LeClaire’s repentance and punishment and is sponsored by The Hiroya Takahashi Slave Training School. Whether for production or pleasure, Master Takahashi will train your slave to perfectly fulfill your every command.”He pointed to the side of the stage where an older Japanese gentleman stood. “Master. She then turned around with a whip in one hand and what I thought was a dildo in the other. I knew what she was going to do with the whip and asked her what she was going to do with the dildo. She then informed me that it was not a dildo although easy to mistake and was an anal one and that she was going to be putting it up my ass. I begged her not to that I had never done anything like that. She just laughed and told me my wants have no interest in her right now and she was going to do as she.