I was used to seeing men turn around and lookat my ass as it wiggled past them before I was even a teenager, but it wasonly after I turned 16 that I c...me to appreciate my round bubble bottom. Ihad the tiny waist to set that butt off perfectly and I saw the way the boysin my class looked at it. I went to prom as a freshman, and went every yearafter that because guys wanted to fuck me on prom night, as I knew many girlsdid. My power was in not letting them, yet letting them think they might.. Eric was fucking me so good and deep while I kissed his massive chest and nipples, then the ultimate happened. Toni knows I love pits and Eric’s was so wet sweaty, I position my head in such a way as he came and laid closer to me while his cock was still buried in my. I got my face in his wet, slightly hairy pit, I got one whiff of his musky, manly scent and went nuts licking all the sweat off my lovers pits, I mean my face was wet from Eric’s pit sweat. My cock got super hard and so did his,. The old lady gestured for Callum to strip but he just stood there. She walked up to him and twisted his ear painfully until he acquiesced and she stood back as first he stripped off his tee shirt and then his socks and shoes, his cargo pants and finally his boxer shorts. He stood before the old lady as naked as the day he was born and she looked on admiringly. Unbeknownst to Callum she wasn’t the only person watching, Achmed was looking through a two way mirror from his office, he has his tunic. Then, gradually the pictures change. Little by little. Do they change them when I am not looking? Or were they always like this and I have only begun to see them clearly?The backgrounds are less general, more specific: things I have seen here. Places and rooms I have been to, here.Finally, I recognise the girl in the picture: it is me.Here I am serving tea to a man and a woman. I do not recognize them but in the picture, they smile at me.Here I am helping the Domestics to cookHere I am cleaning.