We are virgins. We joined on the assurance that we won’t be fucked. Guests are always told that they can’t fuck us. We give massage, blow jobs.. b...t no fucking” one of the girls told, smiling.I stared at them.“I don’t believe you. How can you remain virgins when watching so much fucking and so many glorious cocks?” I asked disbelievingly.“It is true, Riz darling. Most of Monu’s guests are foreigners. For them, a virgin girl is an extinct species. So it is a novelty for them, to look at virgin. "Hmmm jasmine and rose, you know how to please all my senses my hot honey!" you said on gritted teeth. She giggled as your hands ran all over the velvet fabric she was wearing. "So what's today?" she asked again. You were too busy working your lips on her neck to reply. Your big hand cupping one of her breasts, you finally replied in a low voice: "Today... is... baby-you-make-me-want-to-ravish-you-right-here day!" "It's Christmas Eve honey, did you forget?" she said, pulling your face to look. "Miss Greenway, my eight grade English teacher." I looked away and blushed, so of course Kiki wanted to know more. I'd had a bit of a crush on her, but she moved away at the end of eighth grade, so I never saw her again. I had imagined a lot I could do with her in my fantasies. Kiki, of course, wanted to know all about those, I even found an old picture I'd taken of her, in which Miss Greenway was wearing a long purple dress.I wanted to change the subject, so when another idea popped into my. She leaves her slave to her Servant to take care of. I grab her hand and take her back to bed.She is mine for the moment. Be my silent slut, slave of the day. We will not want to wake her up.Stella seems to enjoy dirty dreams as we hear her moan a few times, while Marina sexily serves me.She is eager to blow my big brown banana but not used yet to its size. Slowly she swallows all.She gasps in between my thrusts deep in her throat. She to do as told today as good as she can.She fondles my balls.