A good gag

"Slowly, put them in your mouth," you say in a quiet voice. Her breathing increases so much as her shaking hands bring her thong toward her lips that you step away to scribble another note.

New Rule: All citizens of my country can't be killed, disabled, or seriously injured through the rule book; they also cannot suffer long-term psychological trauma.

You turn back in time to see put more of her underwear past her lips. Luckily for her she was able to do it and you didn't have to use the strong command. You walk back to her and admire the presentation.

"How's the taste?" you ask. Andra's muffled sounds are an angelic chorus. You grin broadly that you didn't just use duct tape at the start.

You catch some worried looks from several students, but they can't spoil this. Just a few more bites of the entrée. "Take off your bra," you command.

She goes on her knees and obeys. You give the thumbs up for your peers to use there cell phones on her perky, well-formed rack. She holds the bra limply in her damp palms.

You feel its time to finally get involved directly. You take the bra from hand and bring it to her head. You hook them so it hangs around from her long neck.

You rub your stomach--that was a great meal. Now for the desert.