. somewhere in her fifties probably, but slender and maybe with a tight enough cunt to bring him off!Christ, what had they fed him, anyway? For certai...ly, he'd been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done anything similar to his Jeannie. He was numbed, but he could still half-way think straight, and there was no question but what they had been cleverly entrapped by a swarm of sex-oriented satyrs and nymphos who would show no mercy in satisfying their lust! Goddamn them, and they. But now I was getting used to thinking 'I wish I was her', like Dr. Pavlova was programming me to.Every time, they asked if I was a man or a woman. If I said I was a man, I got the pain. If I said I was a woman, I got the pain, because they said I was lying. So I never escaped without at least a few doses of pain, although I also managed to receive several doses of pleasure each session. I also still avoided having to go into room F1, although several of the people in my group were sent there.. I heard something from next door, like someone splashing around in Dirk’s swimming pool. Peering through a small opening in the leaves of his muscadine arbor, I saw him jacking off. I was already horny, as usual and seeing him, with his tool in his fist, made me even hornier. I began to pleasure my own body, as I watched Dirk stroke his dick. When I saw him shoot ropes of cum, it put me over the edge and I enjoyed a wonderful orgasm. The best I’d ever had up until that point… And I know he saw. "Bev's always talking about you, Sara," Nick says. "She's always saying how lovely Sara is." He looks down on Sara from where he sits. "And you really are more than lovely, Sara. I thought that from the very first time I saw you — I told you that, didn't I, Bev?"Sara chews this confection of compliments, relishes their sweetness. It pleases her to know Bev has said she is lovely. Or is he just spinning her a line, hurrying his way into her knickers? She feels herself blushing."You're.