Finally she thought back to the Catholic school girl uniform she had worn just a few months ago. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy but the girls had sab...taged the nuns. Their blouses were so tight that their tits were pushing out of them. They raised the hemlines of their skirts so that they only went down to mid-thigh. She and her friends would go to the mall after school and tease the old men. By their glances, she could tell that they all wanted to fuck them. She thought that her Daddy might. I just would like to know," I backtracked. There was no reason for Cindi to be worried."Ok. He's fine. He's just older than us so Amy is attracted to him more. She thinks the boys our age are idiots. They are. He's alright."Something strange happened then. It had never happened to me before. Suddenly, I had a picture of Cindi's 'thoughts'. I could read her mind, kinda. It startled me so much I tripped as I was walking and almost fell. I knew that Cindi was lying, big time. I took her arm and. " she begged."You're my slave, aren't you?" Please . . ." SAY IT." I . . . I am your slave." That's right. Everything you have belongs to me now, your tits, your pussy, your mouth . . . everything."Lazily, he traced the shimmering blade around her jutting breasts, down her belly and around her thighs. Shana moaned softly. Her wet flesh pimpled in its wake and her nipples grew hard with arousal. When he inserted the knife blade between her thighs, she began to squirm."Don't move," he ordered,. It unnerved him that she had surprised him again. She didn’t seem to be scared of him. That was a good sign, right? If she’d remembered, she would have run like hell, right? What if she was just messing with him? What was he going to do? She had been right there, alone… He pounded his fist against his forehead. If he couldn’t get the job done, he was dead. Fuck. ~o~ Langdon spent a few minutes catching up with Dr. Maslow. She had worked in his lab for a few weeks when she was trying to decide.