"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Maybe we could just stroke off, and watch each other?" The idea was a turn on, and I told him OK, ...ut just that. I wasn't interested in anything more. In truth, I didn't quite know how anything more would work! I was pretty naive at 22. As he walked around to the bed, I turned on the little lamp on my nightstand. Sliding over a little, I tossed back the covers and made room for my first male bed partner. Michael wore white briefs, and it was. I love the taboo and degrading nature of the word. For me it implies a total loss of inhibition and a purposeful use of flesh for sexual gratification. Although I have actually been paid for sex on several occasions, I am not a true prostitute. I really like the name though. Whore! I’m such a whore! Let me be your whore tonight. Gimme that black dick and make me be your white whore. I’m a good little whore. Mistresses, the whore has been bad. I love being a slutty little whore. . Pointing out the buxom redhead she giggled, "I bet you'd like to walk a mile on her chest!"Mike blushed, but managed a weak grin. He still kept his eyes downcast, but glanced at the redhead again."It's okay to look, Mike," explained Sara. We told you before that one purpose of the outfits we all wear here is to keep everyone horny all the time. What good will they do if you don't look?" Calling the redhead, a coach with another triad, over to their table, Sara introduced her. "Janet and Mike,. There was nothing more to be said.Nadia, and especially Jared, were excited with the prospect of becoming "live-ins." It was made clear that this would only be for the balance of this school year, and then they would be moving to the city permanently. That they had a choice surprised the two. Jared jumped at it right away without giving it any thought. A number of his friends were already living at the school. To him it was an easy decision.Nadia was more thoughtful."I was thinking how empty.