I wondered if he would hit on my ex-boyfriend now that Master had turned Chris gay. I shifted, thinking that would be hot. I blinked and... Vince disappeared like he had popped out of existence. At the same moment, every guy in the cafeteria, at least the ones who were at least moderately handsome and in shape, stood up and all headed towards the boys' restroom. It was the one next to the single use bathroom where Justin had fucked me in yesterday. I blinked in surprise as some of boys started holding each other's hands. Vince was over by the bathroom now. How had he crossed the cafeteria in an eye blink? He looked so pleased, such a big grin on his face, as the guys flowed past him inside. All the girls in the cafeteria, and the few husky or nerdy guys who didn't join the parade, stared in shock. “This is going to be great,” a guy named Mike said he strolled by my table. He was holding hands with our college's star running back, Marquise. “Can't wait to suck your dick, man.” My jaw dropped. “Are they about to have a gay orgy in there?” Tracy asked, the busty brunette sex slave leaning over the table towards me. Her tits swayed in her blouse. “Did... Master pause time again?” I shook my head. “Justin wouldn't do this. I...” A strange idea struck me. “I think Vince paused time. And I think he made his own a harem of guys.” “Well, that's ambitious,” Rebecca, my fellow cheerleader sex slave, said. She was another accidental sex slave, created when her and Tracy heard words Justin spoke to me while time was paused.. They were accidents Hardcore like me, mind-controlled to be Justin's. “Yeah,” I said, an interesting idea percolated through my mind. Our Master could make any girl at our college into his sex slave. The next time he paused time, he could have an entire army of nubile women all loving and serving him. All brainwashed to be his. My pussy went molten wet. I shifted in my seat, wanting to just reach between my thighs and finger myself. I wished Master had let us join him and his girlfriend for their “study session” with Miss Daisy. But he wanted to have fun with just his girlfriend and the busty professor. indian I bet the professor would make a good sex slave. Miss Daisy had a beautiful, red hair and tits as big as Tracy's.My phone trilled an announcement, telling me I had a text message from Paris. I read it and smiled. “I'm surrendering. You won. I need to fuck my Master.” I smiled and stood up, staring at my fellow sex slave. “Let's go, girls, were about to have some more fun.” “Yes” i shakily replied Making a desperate move, I got on my knees and faced my mother’s sexy pussy. That my family had devoted ourselves to Dr. Blavatsky and his wife, Dr. Bailey, for nothing. "I hope Hardcore you learned your lesson slut. “You're about to die,” I whispered. He moaned "Milk every last drop into your tight body." It was again not incredibly large but on Sarah’s small frame it really stood out and when she packed it in a pair of jeans most of the male eyes were glued to it as she passed by. “You keep saying you don’t want one, but it looks more and more like we’re in a relationship.” It was rather annoying that he couldn’t take part, but unfortunately, he was sterile. Oh, well, my mind was wandering. Stuck in dead-stop indian traffic, listening to her boyfriend, Brian, talk dirty to her on the phone, she’d done the unthinkable. I moan and spread my legs a little more. When Rose found out that we had only got each other off by masturbation. Things had changed quite a bit since a week ago at Johnny’s shop. What happened?