Theneighborhood was abandoned with the exception of the fewsquatters lighting fires to keep warm in the derelict lotsin between the urban ruins. It wa... hard to believe the citywas just a mile to the north, full of businesses andpeople. This was in a slum, one of the few remainingshantytowns in the United States.The walls were damaged from water, as were the area rugs-laid out over the wood floors. A few darkened paintingswere on the walls; scenes of cottages, flowers, elementarylandscapes. If they want to touch me, they can, and I have to let them.”“You do? Why is that?”“It’s all part of being a slave. Anyone who wants to touch me, or have sex with me doesn’t even have to ask. They can simply assume that I am available for their use.”“Will people think I’m a slave, too? If I’m with you?”“They might. You won’t be wearing a collar, so that should make them think twice.” She gave her a crooked grin. “If you want the full experience, I could always get Mistress to put a collar on. I was touching myself I was squeezing my breasts. It was hot. I was hot. After a while I heard her have an orgasm. OHHH…OHHH…mmmmm….Oooooooh…“Not bad for an old man huh”, he said.“Mmmmm…not bad at all”, she said satisfied.“Let me move this table out of our way”, said Mr D. ‘Are you going to fuck me now?”“Do you want me to sweetie?”“Yeah but you can’t cum inside me ok”.I was hoping she would fuck him. I wanted to hear that.“I won’t sweetie. I need you to suck on my cock a little first”.“Ok”I. She heard a suppressed roar come from the man next door as she disappeared, and imagined an answering slurpy moan from the woman. The sound of them finishing made her even wetter. She felt embarrassed but thrilled for being caught looking and for seeing how he had loved what his woman was doing, and how he loved her watching him. She wanted to go back and taste him, kiss the woman’s wet mouth to taste him twice, give them both her nude body to enjoy and have orgasms wash over her in their.