But they know I’m not just a slave to Glenn. I’m a sex-slave. And I’m having so much fun I should probably cut Dale some slack for not consultin... me before offering me up for sale to the highest bidder.I’m a very willing sex slave and I’ve moved way beyond enjoying it. I am, in fact, deliriously happy. I enjoy being paraded around nearly naked and being fucked in the men’s rooms. And we won’t even go into how I feel about what happened last night.I imagine that what made it so strange to my. "Jesus Christ, Warren, if I had known you were that handy with your tongue, I would have jumped your bones after our date last week!" Enjoy yourself?" You betcha." She climbed off of him, and went to undo his jeans. He took his own shirt off, and helped her scoot his pants down. "Niiiice," she breathed, and then bent over and engulfed him in her mouth."Hmmmmm..." Warren said. "That's not a bad tongue you got, either." She slid up and down the length of his cock with her lips, and then engulfed. Sophie was blonde, 36d breasts, and about 5'4" tall. Bree had long curly dark red hair, 34b cups, and stood about 5'6" tall. Their togs were the same except for their under clothes. Bree who wore a white bikini and Sophia whore a black sports bra. Both were also barefooted.These girls were prime examples of healthy, physically fit, and teen American girl-hood.Being a History buff, I associated the cheer girls with those Spartan women. But then I also thought of those Sabine women and my own. Then I lost track of her for a while.I was having fun, flirting with a lot of different girls, and there was a few possibilities that I would get laid. That’s when I spotted Chelsea, the first time I had seen her since I arrived. She was sitting on the couch looking lonely and upset. I had to try and cheer her up, so I went over and slid down on the couch next to her. ‘Hey sexy, what’s up?’ I said cheerfully. ‘Nothing, and don’t call me sexy,’ she said. ‘Uh oh, what’s wrong?’ I asked. ‘Arthur.