Jenny Calender

Warren entered the mostly dark school and headed for the computer room.

"Miss Calender? You wanted to see me?"

"This program you turned in. It's utterly amazing." The sexy computer teacher stood up and moved away from her desk. Her body was only illuminated by the glow of the computer screens. But he could see she was wearing a black lace braw, matching panties, a garter belt and stockings, plus four inch heels, with a open tranluscent robe over them. "It's truly the work of a master, programming both computers and people like that," she murmured sultrily. "In fact I'd like to call you that. Do you mind if I call you master, Master?"

"Go right ahead. So you know I reprogrammed your mind?"

"Well, let's see. Yesterday I didn't worship you and your cock as my god, and didn't want to convert everyone I could into your slaves. Amazing how a person can waste her life. But as soon as I saw your program I did. So it's easy to figrue out.