" But you didn't get that release. You weren't hypnotized. You didn't have their excuse – if you had masturbated the other girls would have thought ...ou were perverted. They would have thought you were weird. Isn't that right?" Yes, Mistress." But you wanted to masturbate, didn't you?" Yes, Mistress." You were going to masturbate when you got home, weren't you?" Yes, Mistress." And when you masturbated, you would think about what happened tonight, wouldn't you?" Yes, Mistress." Especially about. A fraction of a second has passed but when you look back at the arena, the gap between the fighters has closed dramatically. The green gladiator is no longer standing ground, instead his steel boots are striking sparks off the reinforced concrete as he tries to get momentum and enough distance from the aggressive charge of the heavier frame. He skids round a pillar, one of the arena obstacles - a giant metal column that is sunk over twenty feet into the floor. The harpoon cable drags behind him. Again, I didn't see it, but still felt the physical and emotional pleasure come over me like nothing else.Suddenly, I saw Alan lower himself to his knees, and kiss me. I also felt Greg's hands gently land on my shoulders, and I turned my head to him. I kissed as well, and they both gradually pressed their bodies onto mine."I have two hard peckers on my body and more cum drying on it now too," I moaned, moving around somewhat."Only because we love you, Mom," Alan muttered before kissing me."And. “You have to calm Alan; I don’t think the bunker can survive if you keep this up.”Calming Alan realized that she was right. Why had he lost his temper like that while the others hadn’t? Sitting he started to search for the reason.Back in the village the young man was shaking his head. The young man hadn’t felt power like that for a while now. The last time had been someone called the doctor. The mind had wanted him to do things for him but the young man had refused. The mind had started to.