“My boyfriend is on the phone ‘cos he wants to hear me be a slut. Is that ok with you?” She sounded out of breath as she said this. And I could ...ear licking and slurping sounds as soon as she stopped. She could never resist a cock right in front of her face. “If he doesn’t care why should I? Now keep my cock back in your mouth where it belong whore.” I was really starting to like this guy. He knew exactly what Laura liked. And because of this she would do anything he wanted. I could hear her. ’I did as she told me too. That’s when I realised I had heard the door open quietly and it hadn’t registered until very quickly someone clicked handcuffs over my wrists. I started to panic now, I was in big trouble here. I couldn’t move, there was a stranger in my house and I was dressed as a woman. Strangely though, my cock stayed as hard as ever.She whispered in my ear, ‘Good slut, you are my slut now.’ I felt a soft velvet covered hand wrap around my cock and I shuddered with excitement, all. Gliding through the cool water always made me feel so erotic. It wasn't long before my back gate opened, and in came 4 men. All were wearing thick black work boots, blue jeans, and various t-shirts. One approached the side of the pool, and said, "Hello."I swam over to the side, and climbed out. The breeze instantly found my nipples making them rock hard and clearly visible through the wet fabric. The men were all quite a bit bigger than me, and I felt a bit awkward as I felt their eyes all over. She would go with me, and wave and smile, but she hated campaigning on her own. She would always ask, “What if I mess it up?”My answer was always the same. “Then I’ll have to divorce you and send you back to your family with nothing but the clothes on your back.” Then I would toss in a variety of comments, like how she would have to eke out a living hustling guys on street corners, or driving escort vehicles for her brothers, or even going back to being a cocktail waitress at a bar up on.