"Her words hit me hard."The sexual you."Her voice became soft, and quiet."The bisexual you."She stressed the 'bi' syllable.I gasped."The truth," she w...ispered, "shall set you free."I just looked at my face, my mind conjuring up the images and relivingeverything that had happened since I walked in the front door of theirmansion. A cascade of excitement, like I was suddenly electric,different visual and neural images flashing in and out. Mandy's body.Rob's kiss. His cock, which I had wanted to. ”“Anything?”“What are you, a kid?” he chuckled. “Almost anything.”“Then I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’ll never tell anyone about my Class. My real Class. Ever.”Didn’t she already make me promise something back in her office? Or am I supposed to pretend that was just some kind of role play? “I promise not to tell anyone what your real Class is. Happy?”“A little. So you won’t tell me about you and Ms. Perez. I’ll accept that for now. But that part at the end was pretty weird.. I said ok..And I send my number..Usdin wait kaiya pure din kab richa kaa call/msg aaye..Next day morning mee 10 baje unknown number se call aaya..Maine pucha kon to boli itne jaldi bhol gaye jab usne apna naam bataya tab yaad aaya ki richa se meri mail par baat ho rahi thi. ..Usne bataya ki aap aaj free ho too muje milne aa sakte ho..Aur bola ki aaj husband ghar par nahi hee aur beta school mee heee toh aap 1 baje aa jana …I said ok..Richa nee bola ki address message kar deti hu…Thodi der bad. . it burnsawfully." So you want me to give the butt plug a thick coating of that stuff andthen ram it up your bung, so it will stretch you out painfully and causeexcruciating burning sensations that will go on and on. Is that whatyou're telling me?" Yes, Ma'am. Please do it, Ms. Charlotte."She said to the room in general, "You heard our sick sissy. She wantsme to do all that to her. And though she didn't mention it, I assumeshe'll run and fetch the spoon, the plug, and that cream that's.