"Okay," she said. "Get cleaned up, and we will see you at the House on Saturday."We hugged for a moment and she was gone. I started to get cleaned up,... but instead found that I was still turned on. Perhaps more so, thinking of what had just happened. I ended up masturbating again before getting cleaned up.The next day the first thing said - whispered actually - when I met another pledge was, "Did your Big sister visit you?" And the answer was whispered, "Yes! Did you masturbate?"Then usually. “You want ... to get me ... pregnant?” she panted, her eyes opening wide.“Sure do,” he said. He let her butt back down on the bed and, still inside her, leaned down to kiss her again. “I want to give my baby sister a big, round belly, just like Mamma’s.”The response wasn’t quite what he’d intended. What he’d intended was for her to think about how dangerous this was, whether she was on the pill or not. Nothing worked a hundred percent of the time, and she needed to understand that. What he got,. This is another true story of an episode that happened a while ago but just recently came to light. About five years ago a friend of my wife came back from Scotland to spend a week’s holiday here at home with her family. She was married but had no kids. Anyway she had arranged to go out to a local club with my wife and that was fine. So on Sunday night she called to our house and we all had a couple of drinks before they left. I sat in as I had work the next day and didn’t like going in hung. Susie stopped struggling as her eyes dimmed, the world turning to a soft haze around her, and she gently drifted off to sleep with Dr. Stone standing above her, smiling. Sometime later Susie awoke with a start. She was able to move some, with her arms liberated from the table, which was a welcome relief from her earlier entrapment, but as she looked around the room she felt nervous. It was the office of the director, and she was on a large plush couch. Dr. Stone was sitting there, watching.