I wasn’t a good slave in respect of the fact that I have trouble kowtowing to abusive people. It was why the last family that owned me got rid of me...I had foolishly tried to stop the father from raping his oldest daughter when I heard her screaming. I’d beaten the crap out of him until his guards had pulled me off him. I ended up chained up in a barn full of snufflers for a month sharing their scraps.The bastard that owned me had dragged his daughter into the barn and raped her in front of me.. .She was in pain and was saying: “Manas…. Gaand mein nahi… nikalo.. nikalo… aaaahh…. Mummaaaa… mar gayiiiiiii…”But I didn’t listen to her… in a min she was enjoying and was pushing her ass back…“yeah… yeaahh… mummaa…. Chodooo… karte rahooooo… mar gaayyyiiii… you are amazing manas…. Chodooo .. aur zor se…. aaahhhh”Amd she came again.. I felt her warm cum on my dick and I came in her toooo….It took me a min to relax and I took my dick out of her cunt… and fell on the wall… she fell on the floor…. The more explicit version of that dare had the person trying on the clothes leaving the changing room altogether, nice idea but how would I get to watch something like this?On the other hand, if the girls were to remove their clothes slowly, until one of them chickened out and they did it somewhere public I'd be in with a chance of seeing things unfold.The local shopping centre was no good as it was old, dirty and mostly outside, which isn't a problem if it's warm and sunny but a real pain if. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-68. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I was walking down the street when I heard someone call my name. I glanced around, but when I did not recognize anyone, I kept.