I was dizzy and confused. Where was I? How long had I been here? Where had I gone? The dog dismounted and I was left there, being licked and cleaned by the dogs, none of them ready to re-mount. When class was over, Mistress dismissed the class and came to help me up, “Very impressive, Ruby. You really let go and walked into the fog, there, lady.” “That’s never happened before. I wasn’t expecting it.” I felt weird, like I was in a daze. What had I done? Mistress helped me dress and drain more semen from myself before I walked cumshot to my room. “I suggest you go straight to your room, retrieve your meditations and find a quiet spot to keep that inward energy flowing. It’s so therapeutic for someone like you who didn’t grow up in this environment. I’ll escort you. Get your books.” I grabbed my book back and walked with Mistress out of the class, “Just keep your head down as we walk and keep your thoughts on all that just happened and the hurdles you have overcome. Don’t talk to anyone.” The girls rushed around me but Mistress Hardcore silenced them and kept me walking. I replayed the events of last class in my mind, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when I felt the shift. I felt like a walking zombie, I worried I was going insane. When I had my MP3 player, Mistress guided me across campus to a small hill with a tree planted at the top, “Sit here and look out at the landscape as you listen.” She took my device, found the meditation she deemed appropriate and get me set up and ready, “When this one finishes, we’ll go have dinner.” She Brunette pressed ‘play’ and moved down to the bottom of the hill to sit on a bench with a book. This meditation had soothing music, as some of them did. It helped carry interracial me and keep me tuned in. General relaxation breathing, then the conditioning began. It felt like quiet cheerleading, “…and when you break through those doors in your mind, you leave your moral conditioning behind. Your shame disappears and you entirely give over your body and soul to the Lifestyle, to the men who take care of you and worship you. You see that it isn’t control, it isn’t slavery; those notions seem far behind you. This is worship at its most raw and primal. You worship every man’s power and intellect and feed it with your obedience. Men worship you with their desires, their desperate need to commune with your body and fill you with their essence. They need your body to reach The Divine and in return, they lift you to the euphoric heights needed for you to do the same. “You have arrived at the center concept of The Lifestyle you are entering; mutual admiration and worship. You want to be worshipped; you want to feel The Divine fill your body. Letting go and submitting your body to worship is the only way to fill this within yourself. Men will not ask you to do amateur anything that brings you harm, you trust their instruction. You trust that their instruction will bring you to a place of blissful worship and you obey. You obey without thought, without question. And you are rewarded. I headed over a little bit late, around midnight and she seemed really happy and kissed me with more passion than ever and hugged me tight affording me a chest rub with a pair of growing boobies.. He actually expected her to undress with him in the room. “Ohhhhhhhh, that feels soooooo gooooddd.” Even relaxed under my careful ministrations her ass was still exceptionally tight. I dunked my head in the water bucket to wash it off. He pays money for racing, and for college when she goes." Have you even felt an erection?” He just stared in disbelief at the bloody stump, then breathed in and released a terrified shriek. Margret observed that it was rare for a boy to act up at home or school if he was getting the cum released from his cock on a daily basis. “Yeah, you too.” She smiled sweetly. The image on the screen arrested my gaze. This triggered louder moans on my cock and her pace of sucking my cock was very abrupt now. More than any other school in the state. "Kiss it, puto," he said. That’s how I came upon them washing amateur each other in the barn tub. I trudged over to the other side of the bed and flopped down on top of it. I didn't know what to do. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. And then Jana grabbed his dick and began aiming it so that his arching pee fell on my tits and stomach. She lies there in bed as the trio dress and leave the room. “I want you to suck the cum from my cock and prove to me how much you want to be my pretty little girl.” He pressed forward with such force my little anal ring couldn't keep him out. They are known as the Sully Construction firm and had gained a sparkling reputation on the west coast for excellence in construction standards, their reasonable contracts and in the quickness of finishing their projects. Tyshawn and his two friends Jesse and Frank were in a special program that had them bussed to a suburban school. He was always mean and ugly to me everywhere we went. Not caring at that second that our mom was downstairs and could come up and see us, or about where the future would take us. Normally the sound of rain was comforting and calming, but tonight it wasn't enough. "Ready, whore?" “Yes, yes, yes, interracial Becky!” moaned the pregnant wife. She got out one of the vials and looked at it. He thanked her “you look pretty good yourself momma is that what your going to be wearing later”? That was the sign that she had been chosen. I said Brunette Ma’am I am Mike. I had forgotten her reaction to be touched. Lucie growled cumshot as she whirled leaving the room her face blood red with rage. She slid herself up against him and he Hardcore felt her breasts press against his chest. “Well, I got just the thing to cheer you up,” he said. She massaged me, bringing my futa-cock closer and closer to erupting in her.