“Do you know that the old witch is packing serious heat?” I asked Kevin through his earpiece.He laughed slightly and turned to look over at the wi...ch. “She’d better be,” he said. “She’s my head of security.”I went back to checking out the mob of people following Kevin to the boat. “I don’t know how you can see it,” his voice said over the speaker, “but please say ‘No’ to anyone other than Dame Alice... and my guards... who is carrying.”I smiled. Maybe I would come out of this on the plus side. The other booth’s door opened and I could hear someone else putting some money in. I decided to make it more interesting for them. I dropped my shorts and pulled my underwear to my knees and made sure my cock was hard with a few firms strokes before I hit my button. At first there wasn’t a response. When the other light came on, who was standing there but Dave! I wasn’t sure what to do but I sort of smiled and he did as well. I then quickly shut my light out, pulled up my pants and left the. Each night, while I slept, subliminal messages were played in my room. These messages, in conjunction with the drugs, were what initially caused my constant elevated arousal. The messages also triggered my erotic dreams. The drug cocktail shifted shortly before the nightly training sessions began. The drugs and the nightly sex training sessions were orchestrated so that I would accept the conditioning, and never question the change."They knew, from previous experience, that once a 'special. When she reached the culprit's desk, she stood, with hands-on-hips, scolding in a raised voice, as if the person in front of her was a naughty child. The occasional wagging of a finger in front of the miscreant's face only added to the poor worker's humiliation. Often, tears would form, as the scolding continued, only to end with a sobbing apology.This lecturing caught young Tim by surprise the first time it occurred, but he soon found himself watching in awe, as the verbal confrontation.