I’m not trying to trick you into telling me your last name.”“I apologize for saying that, Rusty. You have been so understanding, so professional... and so sincere in all you’ve done for me. At times, I feel like you’re holding back, to keep me from knowing your true feelings.”“Amanda ... I suppose I have, at times stopped short of confessing any personal feelings I may have developed for you.”“Rusty, I feel the same way ... There has been many nights that I’ve had to bite my tongue to keep from. She followed Plum to the barn and a woman she assumed was Tigra. “Madam Tigra, the Massa wants you to put rings into this new slavegirl.”She had described her as a slavegirl so casually. But that’s all she was now. She was livestock.Madam Tigra spoke, “Don’t look so afraid girl. This is normal. Look at how much Plum likes her rings. You’ll look really sexy with these rings in your tits. It will make the Massa want to fuck you all the time!”She thought that rings in her tits were beauty. After a few minutes I felt much better and went on laying on the couch and resting my head on his lap. Using his hands, he brushes my hair back multiple times non stop as we watched a few t.v. shows. His non stop brushing my hair was making me feel sleepy so I closed my eyes and tried. The way he hand brushed and pull my hair back feels wonderful and comforting. But at the same time I also was getting another feeling. a feeling of wetness on my pj pants. I slide my hand inside and the crotch. I don’t know anything any more,” I sobbed. I took a breath. “I guess. We don’t have much privacy. I’ve seen his cock.”“Ooh, is it a nice one?” asked Cilla.“It’s perfect,” I confirmed.“Wow, you’re a dark horse. Just how many cocks have you seen?” asked Alicia.“A few,” I lied.There was an uncomfortable silence while we all took another swig of vodka.“My turn,” said Marcia. “Cilla, Truth or Dare?”“Dare.”“I dare you to play with Heather’s boobs for two minutes.”I groaned, but I politely put up with.