Her skirt was wet and stained with her juices. But she quickly said good bye, grabbed her things and went to her apartment. Once there she undressed a...gain and masturbated more times than she can remember. The weekend passed in a blur. She mostly masturbated and ate. By Sunday afternoon she took a look to the new list and translated the usual way: 1. Being Passive in class. 2. Being distracted in class. 3. Read erotic stories 4. Practice wearing makup. 5. Fail to. This was very exciting for me, and I knew to myself that my wish was finally going to come true. I was going to meet the women of my dreams, and be a very happy man. I looked behind me and noticed that I was heading for a crash landing into one of the worlds. I was unable to identify which one this was for some reason, and when I finally hit against it, I blacked out again.My eyes slowly opened and they were very blurry; I did not know where in the heck I was. When the blurriness started to. There was no rush. Bird in the Cage She had lost all track of time. Every muscle in her body was on fire, protestingthe demands her bonds imposed on her body. A black cloud of depression fueledby her frustration at being unable to do anything pushedout any hope of rescue. Her universe shrank to a tiny steel cage suspendedin the air. She didn't even know how high off the floor she was. If by somemiracle she got the cage door open she might drop twenty feet and break herneck. That wasn't going. I had no idea what they'd talked about while I was in the bathroom, but apparently they'd exhausted that line of conversation.Now my problem was that Hannah was in the recliner, and Caitlin was on the couch. I had this uncomfortable suspicion that, if I sat on the couch, Caitlin would scoot over and cuddle with me. I was pretty sure that would qualify as "pushing it," and I didn't want to go there again.So I made another cup of coffee. It was unlikely I'd get much sleep, considering how much.