She was orgasming a lot. I asked her to start counting as long as she could. It always ended that she counted up to 5 or 6 orgasms but would lose coun...t after that. She also became very vocal that she was not before. She also was raised a bit conservative and was not too expressive during the first 15 or 16 years. But when the vibrators arrived she became slutty during our sesions. And she was a sexual whore with me. She began asking me to fuck her with such and such vibrator and she began. " Brad smiles as we stop outside room 69, I can't help but laugh at his arrogance; he plans to get me into bed, and we both know that is where we will go. Somehow though I believe he likes a little feisty spirit. He will have to chain me down to submit entirely. We enter the room, and I give a small gasp. On the dressing table is a black leather box with a cream card on top. My name is printed elegantly on the card. I await permission before opening it to find a list of instructions, as Brad. Looking down at his hand, he saw that it was covered in a very fine, magenta colored dust. "What in the hell", he said, then looked up when he realized that he wasn't standing in front of the door to his house. "Where am I", he wondered as he looked around, trying to identify his surroundings. He was on the sidewalk in a very busy part of a city. Cars were driving back and forth and people in business suits, carrying briefcases, were hurrying down the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding crashing into. At least, not yet. I want to hear your side first."I sighed and sat for a minute, trying to collect my thoughts. "Well, thefirst bit I can remember was sitting on the steps under that aluminumawning at the back of the school, just kinda listening to the way theway the rain was plonking and pinging overhead. It must have been reallyearly, because there were hardly any other kids there. After a while,the buses started pulling into the parking lot. The first one I saw hadyou in it." Oh weird. I'd.