Her complexion was dark, owing to her Indian heritage. She had a classic hour-glass figure, with a tiny waist but flaring hips and a perfect bubble bu...t. Her legs couldn't be described as long, but they were perfectly shapely and just begged to be kissed. She had a pretty face that always seemed to be smiling and long dark hair that went about half way down her back. And her breasts were something else. They were large and round, but somehow firm and perky at the same time. I later found out. It was a rough start and it didn’t get any better. Within about forty-eight hours of our arrival it was pretty obvious that things wouldn’t work out for us in Marathon. As charmless as our host was, it quickly became clear that Chelsea’s friend was a far greater irritant. Aside from her naked dishonesty, she was one of the most ignorant people that I’d ever met. On top of neglecting to tell her boyfriend that I would be coming, she had also falsely told us that she had jobs lined up for us.. Oh my god, you need it so bad. You need that cock inside of you. Fucking you.Dominating you.Transforming you.Owning you.That's right, sissy. That cock owns you. Your man owns you. You are his body and soul. Everything you are belongs to him. You are his property. His bitch. And you love him, sissy. You love your man, sissy faggot. You love him so much. You love that he owns you. He is your master and you are his slave. You love being his slave. Some people were just meant to be owned and. I don’t want you to be able to pull the ripcord and let me quit. I want you to find a way to make me learn. If in five weeks I don’t, then you can make me finish choice one,” she said.Dad seemed impressed. If she had managed to stubbornly stumble her way through a week of this training, he could have told her she wasn’t doing well enough and made her quit next Sunday.“I need some assurance you won’t half-ass this like you did the Summer you were supposed to paint the fence. I need some.