She tried to will herself into calm alertness, but instead found her thoughts flitting around like wild birds. ‘So, Cindy,’ the woman asked withou...t looking up. ‘Why do you want to be a sex slave?’ All at once, the room seemed to shift unsteadily. So … there is it was. The phrase had finally been spoken. It was suddenly … real. She tried to swallow, but found that her mouth was too dry to accomplish the task. Her lips parted to answer … closed … opened again, soundlessly. She was suddenly. Her legs were well muscled and slender. With her diminutive height they looked almost long.Victoria was also admiring him. She could now see the chest whose hairs she had played with. The dark hairs almost formed a spray rather than a thick mat. His chest was well muscled and the muscles on his abdomen were plainly visible. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms. She looked at his face that she knew so well. He too had high cheekbones and a slightly haughty nose. His eyebrows were full but it. Something like that,” she mumbled as she adjusted herself in the seat. When she did, she noticed the large wet spot spreading across the crotch of her sweat pants. She quickly pulled her hand-bag onto her lap, pretending to look for something, and hoped her mother had not seen it too.The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. Amy did her very best to try and forget the dream and, for the most part, she did. It was just a stupid dream and it didn’t mean anything at all. End of story. They. El stepped confidently in front of the class and called their attention.“Hey, everybody. Let’s get started. I’m supposed to take attendance. If you aren’t here say, ‘aye.’ Okay, all present and accounted. This is Terry Reichert, our new acting instructor and coach. Terry, it’s all yours.” El stepped to the back of the room. Everyone focused on me. This wasn’t going to work at all.“Okay. We can’t get started until we get some space to work in. Push all these desks back against the walls and.