It was early, only 9 PM, but he was quite exhausted from his experiences. His head hurt a little bit. He laid down on the bed and went to sleep.---He ...woke around 7 AM and felt very uncomfortable. The corset had been in place all night, the suction cups had, also. His nipples hurt. His waist hurt. His mind cried out for relief for a few moments. Then, he sat up and, as he awakened further, the programming started to take effect again. His penis was half erect and was a problem, but only because. Marianne must have been in, as the room still smelled like flowers.Was this a request, she wondered, rubbing the fabric between her fingers, or expected? Caitlin could boycott and wear the nightgown she’d come in, or obey, giving him what he wanted. The latter wasn’t going to happen, she upended the clothes to the ground.Her life wasn’t hers anymore, but she could certainly put up a fight. He hadn’t bothered checking on her, why should she be grateful to him for ruining her life?Marianne. I could feel it stiffening, growing harder and longer. That was a new sensation for me, because all of the cocks I’d ever blown were already hard by the time I got my lips on them. The funny thing was, once it was in my mouth I didn’t mind so much. It was familiar. I knew this. I knew what this cock wanted. It was no different than all the others — Billy’s and David’s and Trevor’s roommate’s. It just wanted to be stroked and loved and then gush hot sperm. I could do this. A few minutes and. "Seventeen now, maybe eighteen tomorrow. A new girl's supposed to be coming in; got a few out fetching her. In a week, you could, let's say, do five a day maybe, four anyhow, and then bed down with me or somebody else at night." She smiled, looking hungry. "Get everybody served at least twice before you had to leave. How about that?" Doubt anybody in this here revolution ever had a better offer," I said with a smile. "But I also doubt that I'm up to it." She snorted. "We haven't been eating.