"I sure did! But I was able to keep entertained while you were gone just tanning and TV" I said."Well you should be more careful about closing the doo... when you tan naked you naughty boy, I was able to sneak up on you and get a good look at you without you even knowing! I don't want my sister to accidently see your sexy body from the hallway and get any dirty thoughts." She said."Oh I wouldn't worry about that I don't think your sister is the type to peep." I replied unable to stop. The smell of rubber finally registers in her addled brain. Her cheeks feel the bite of the straps holding the gag in place and before she can think of anything else, steps behind her make her jump with apprehension and fear.Unable to scream for help, or even struggle, or ask what is going on, she is left helpless...she jumps hard making the chain rattle as something cold touches her throat....pointy and sharp it drags down her neck and chest, between her breasts where it stops momentarily. The. I told her the girls were mostly university students working their way through college; Nice, bright, intelligent girls with stunning looks and bodies to die for. And how touching was strictly prohibited, but how sometimes there might be some “private room action”. She was obviously intrigued. “So can you get a blowjob?” she grinned. I explained that I had never had been in the private room but that I knew guys who bragged about having done so. “We should do that together – I would love to. " She sighed. "I had nightmares for weeks, bad ones. So bad I was almost culled for my inability to adjust."I tried to comfort her. I stroked the side of her hip, from her waist to her thigh, and whispered back, "Childhood fears..." Yes!" she hissed. "They shape us, become us, cause us to fail! Sire, I deeply apologize!" Abigail, there's absolutely nothing to forgive." There was another long moment of silence. "Continue to speak freely, about anything you want."She nodded. "What do you think.