When Sasha's hands reached her breasts, Jodi cringed inwardly a little. When the older woman slid under her shirt and cupped her breasts, Jodi's cheeks burst into scarlet. She opened her mouth to protest, but her eyes locked on Cecil - the boy didn't seem to be disturbed at all.<br/><br/>"You two will become more than my students, you will be my willing pets. You will learn to serve me as you will be required to serve your future masters or mistresses," she heard Sasha say.<br/><br/><em>I have made a very, very big mistake</em>, Jodi thought, chills running down her spine. This was - this was some kind of school for sex slaves! The blonde swallowed nervously, averting her face from the two of them to hide her dawning terror.<em>Keep it together</em>, she thought, though it was hard with Sasha's thumb on her nipple.<em>I can deal with this</em>. She thought of her brief summer career as a stripper.<em>Just put on a good show until you have a chance to escape. Imagine you're dealing with shitty customers and the bouncer's busy somewhere else.</em><br/><br/>Jodi looked up at Sasha through her long lashes, inhaling slightly so as to press her breast against the woman's hand.<em>If she weren't forcing me, I'd think she was really hot</em>. Her long, finely manicured fingers curled around Sasha's athletic thigh. "Yes, Mistress," she purred, hoping the slight tremble in her voice could be confused for lust.<br/>