‘No, it can’t be! You were my slave!’ He strode forward towards her, revenge blazed away inside of him. ‘Yes but now he is my slave!’ Miss P...ayne crowed. ‘Your mind control techniques are weak and artificial Red Bitch! I control the mind by controlling the body and whilst your control is invasive and treacherous, my control is open, consensual and as a result, utterly binding.’ ‘How dare you think your powers are equal to mine and now you will get your reward for your arrogance. My Slave has a. ”He laughed and said, “You’ve looked, haven’t you?”“Of course,” I said.He drank his scotch and said, “How would you feel if I stared at your ass?”“You do,” I said but he denied it. “Uh-uh, yes you do. I see you at the gym looking through the mirrors.”“Okay, you caught me,“ he confessed. “But can you blame me? It’s either guys, or those women, or me.”“Well, I'm flattered.”“It’s tough these days to stare at women and not get bad looks.”“I like it,” I said, “when you look at me in the same way. " What he did know was that the chubby guy was an odd person, one that he would not normally associate with in any social circle that he could think of."What are you initial impressions - what do you think about him?" A little overweight, shy... nervous." Greg wasn't sure how honest he could be with the teenager only a meter away."Fat and stupid would be closer to the mark."Greg shrugged."Paul - what do you think about Greg here?"It was the first time he had spoken since the visit - "A. Aravindh agreed and held my waist and smiled at me. We booked a taxi and got out of the party and I was being touched and squeezed a lot in the taxi. They didn’t really kiss me or show me off in front of the driver, but they fondled me a lot with their hands.I asked them about themselves and found out they were best friends who had started out experimenting with each other but were both tops, so just chilled together.They told me they had never had the same taste in their guys before and I was.