Suck Ling’s cock

You crawl forward between his parted knees, raise yourself up enough to take him in your mouth, and let the shaft slide deep into your throat. You're torn by two equally strong emotions.

One is a feeling of contented well-being that comes from knowing you're exactly where you're supposed to be, doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing. Mr. Ling's cock is actually quite beautiful; it's thick, long and dark, and smells of masculine sweat, which is doing wonders with your libido. Having it in your mouth, worshipping it with your lips and tongue feels right and good.

But you're equally alarmed by this sense of contentedness, and acutely aware that somehow you're being conditioned, trained to feel at home in this role.

His left hand guides your motions, telling you how fast or slow to go. He still holds his cigar in his right hand, and smokes idly while you suck.

“I've got a bunch of RL meetings to attend to this week, and unfortunately they're in Sudan.” Gregor says. “I won't be back in IVR until next Wednesday - they don't have the right equipment down there.”

“Fine, fine,” Mr. Ling replies. “TRAINER says he's keeping the subject here for another week, so we'll keep the codebreakers running for the duration. Go have fun.”

You think about that. TRAINER told you he knew you weren't really Sophie; why didn't he tell these goons?

Mr. Ling pulls your head up off his cock.

“Straddle me, bitch,” he hisses.