She didn't think she could make it through an afternoon with another round of the distracting tape between her pussy lips. But on the other hand, if she went back out with no panties she would drool whore syrup all over her chair, and everyone would be able to smell her cunt. She looked at the crumpled-up wad of her wet panties, which were sitting on her knee. She had an idea. Opening the door of the toilet stall, she peered around to make sure she was alone in the bathroom. Then she quickly ran to the sinks, held her panties under the tap, and soaked them with water. She rubbed at them as the water ran over them, and then began to wring them out a few times, trying to wash out as much of the cunt juice as possible. When she'd done as much as she was prepared to risk - someone could walk in at any time - she turned off the water, wrung them out more to try and get the moisture out, and then ran back to the toilet stall. The panties were sopping wet now, but they didn't smell like cunt, Slave and if Laura was lucky the wetness would mask the smell of her very overused beaver. She wrung them out one last time into the toilet bowl, to minimize their dripping, and then put a sanitary pad into the crotch and pulled them up her legs. The underwear was cold and moist against her groin, and it clung to her ass crack in a distracting way, but she thought she could get away with it. She collected her bags, stepped out of the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look great. She was sweaty, her clothes were in a bit of disarray, BDSM her face was flushed, and Laura was pretty sure she could see her erect nipples even through her bra and shirt. But if she japanese crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, she could otherwise get away with still claiming it was just a flu. Satisfied, Laura went back to her desk. The rest of the day passed, if not easily, then at least without further embarrassment. The delicious taste of the cum stayed in Laura's mouth even after she drank four glasses of water to replace the spent fluids. Her pussy appeared to calm down, presumably from the drugs beginning to wear off, even though Laura's thoughts regularly turned to how wonderful the plastic dick had felt in her mouth, and the magical moment when it had started to kick and spray her tongue with semen. By the end of the day Laura felt like she was, finally, in control of her body and her thoughts again. She could look back on the things she'd done that day and feel disgust and embarrassment. She'd acted like a whore. She'd done stupid, disgusting things that had humiliated her in public and could have cost her her job, if anyone had found out. What kind of a slut was she? And of course, now, just as she was feeling human, she had to take the pills again, for her trip to the clinic. She didn't want to. But that photo of the blackmailer's knife was still in her thoughts, so she swallowed her dose, and began her slutty, wet-pussied walk to the clinic. Chapter 7 CONTROLLING domination ERICA The aphrodisiac pills were torture. Laura's body had barely finished dealing with the ones she had taken that morning; another dose already was insufferable. By the time she had finished her walk to the Mayim Clinic her panties were freshly soaked, and cunt juices were dribbling down the inside of Laura's legs. Laura didn't care. She was using all her willpower just to avoid pulling up her skirt and masturbating right here in the street. She knew that up ahead, at the Clinic, she would get to sit in that wonderful chair, and let it fuck her twat Brutal while she watched porn. She was in for a disappointment. Amy met Laura in the clinic waiting room. ‘Allison. Watching you two perform while I masturbate is very exciting. I whipped my hand out of her vagina and she sprayed two streams of liquid three feet out of her vulva. They didn't even have a bath, let alone a pool. His face was alight with domination lust and japanese as she watched he tore his clothes off leaving just his trainers on and held his very large erection in his hand. Sheila then turned toward me. "From all indications, your nanomites have again obtained their second critical mass." {Are you able to perceive my thoughts better Doctor Gance?} My Boyfriend likes to expose me It began its journey yearning to connect with an egg and start a new Slave life. I came before Tony and he pushed me down onto my knees to finish him off with my mouth. He laughs. “Secondly, I’m shocked I didn’t do this earlier, we’re getting you some new clothes.” Nicole barked. Naked. "Yeah, I'm serious," I got further between her legs until I was almost face-to-face with her breasts. She had that same smile that I love so much lighting up her face as she took my cock in her hands and started to stroke. I could make it so she could cheer without wearing Brutal anything beneath. BDSM