"Please don't turn me in, Bill needed some money for drugs so he told me to take some of your stuff. I'm so sorry, but he needed it. I'll do anything ...s long as you don't turn me in!" I won't turn you in," I started to say only to be interrupted by Paula's repeated thanks. I waited until she stopped speaking again then continued. "I won't turn you in, as long as you do everything I say." I stated as I reached out and ran my hand over the contour of her breast. Paula watched my hand as it groped. As honestly as she could, “I don’t know.”“Did you feel pleasure last night?”Pleasure? She remembered the golden glow, “Yes, but I was high.”“Did you enjoy your activities?”She paused. She was torn. “I don’t know.”“Explain.”She wrote back. “That felt amazing, crazy good. But it was all just that stupid pill. It wasn’t me.”His words popped up in the app. “Interesting observation, my young novice. Quite smart of you to try to hide your true nature behind that little pink pill. But you are astute,. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I wanted to spend it in the park reading. Rahul put on a simple pair of khaki's and a light shirt, I wore a sinfully-short sundress with nothing underneath and sandals. The sandals had straps that laced up the leg and above the knee. They looked either incredibly sexy or ridiculous depending on your taste. He and I thought they made me look ridiculous, which was perfect. I stared out the day already terribly self-conscious and embarrassed.Rahul sat on a. She had masturbated a few times but felt unfulfilled by the experience. And she had kissed and petted with other girls when she was younger. She viewed that as a rite of passage for young girls to explore and experiment and never saw it as anything sexual. Now she found herself receiving five or six earth shattering orgasms a day. What was worse was that she realized that she was behaving differently in order to achieve her rewards. She was being the best slavegirl she could be.Each night, she.