Rationality told him theycould not possibly know if he were to divest himself of the satingarment and he really didn't think Greta would check him but...by now hisusual composure had ebbed away leaving him feeling decidedly insecureand if he was honest with himself a little weak willed. Whatever thereason he did not want to chance defying his new employer andpotentially risk the punishment, no it was not worth the gamble hedecided. He resigned himself to remaining in the womanly clothing forthe. The work she'd done to open her ass for the man vanished with the moan and closed her ass over her knuckles.What was that? The moan made her react.She'd been fucked before. Fucked and ripped. She practiced control to keep herself receiving. It stopped them from tearing her up, along with the lotion. Stretching herself again, she swished her fist inside and touched something. "You're doing it now baby. Go on, give it to me."She wondered, and then shook her head again.He watched her hair swing. He craved to stroke her wondrous skin and pinch her butts too. He would carry this out at any opportunity that would made available to him. At last, the classroom was vacant and hushed. Chase was settled in his chair by himself, silently glancing over his open textbook and getting lost in thought over the eerie erections that had disturbed him during Mila Brooks class in the afternoon. Was it sane for him to lust after her this irrepressible way? He sought to turn a blind eye to everything. "But you'd get in trouble for that. I have a suggestion. Do you know what a mind control drug is? Do you know how to get one?" she asked me a question of something that I have been reading online."You mean like the ones the CIA use against other people?" I asked."You have been doing some reading of your own. I like that. This is what I want you to do. I want you to get those drugs and drug your own relatives. I want all of them to be fucked. Not by you. I want you to videotape all of it..