Change, what? I just got you naked, woman, come here. You pull me back onto you, my tits pressing into you face as you try again to pull of my panties.... We have all night. I say it slowly and deliberately. I know you will break my resolve if you insist again. I have to get off this bed. I stand quickly, grab my bag, and run into the bathroom. I pull out my corset and crotchless panties, dress, turn to look at myself in the mirror. God, I am hot. I grab the pouch with my other equipment out of. She couldn’t help but wonder whether she would fit in with the others. School was a familiar, more or less homogenous place, with all her friends belonging to essentially the same financial background and social circle. There, Nidhi knew everyone, and everyone knew Nidhi. She was the Queen bee, the leader. Everyone looked up to her. Everyone wanted to be her. Here, in college it would be a whole different story. People from vastly varying backgrounds, scattered across the social and economic. In the middle of the room there was a metal chair with a seat shaped in a ?V?, allowing easy and open access to a prisoners totally exposed genitals and rectum. It looked like a gynecological chair with several leather straps on it. In the room, there was a white man in his middle to late 40's wearing a white lab coat. At this point I was totally terrified.?My name is Dr. Schmidt." There wasn’t any accent in his voice. "I’m here to get all the information from you. As you can see we have plenty. Or rather, were a breast would be if I weren't so flat. My nipples were very sensitive, and every so often, Uncle Dave's hand would brush over it. It was driving me crazy.As if he could read my mind, he inserted his hand inside the strap of my dress and began playing with my rock hard nipple. 'mmmmm' I moaned. "Baby girl likes that, right?" he asked. All I could do was moan again. Oh wow, I could feel my pussy soaking my panties.The car slowed and Uncle Dave pulled over on a dark stretch of.