The only thing that remained werethe collars around our necks bearing our slave designation. This was thefirst time that I had seen the faces of my fe...low Shemales and I was metwith a mix of ethnicities. Imogen 10 looked Scandinavian but I could nottell from which specific country whilst Bambi 9 had an eastern Europeanappearance. The only thing we had in common were the tattoos on our necksand buttocks together with our piercings. I realised that all the otherslaves had cleaned shaved heads and. I felt her fingers on the elastic as she drew my panties down over my thighs. They slipped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I was naked now in front of this beautiful, elegant woman, in front of whom I felt so plain. I didn't know what to do. I went to cover myself with my hands but she stopped me and looked up at me.“You have no need to be shy,” she said softly.I smiled awkwardly, blushing furiously and she returned to my pussy, so wet and glistening with my own moisture. I felt her. ’ ‘But I am.’ ‘Don’t fuck up for me Sandra. I desire and long, flavorsome sip of quality beer.’ ‘Yes sir, coming right up sir.’ ‘Cut the sarcasm otherwise I’ll begin liking you. Usually I have beautiful blonde women around me with brains the size of peas.’ ‘Either that or they anticipate you expect them to be like that and be ready to open their legs.’ ‘We have 200 miles to go Sandra and already I sense you and I am going to have some deep conversations. I like it. But right now get the fucking. More strokes struck her, the pain shooting through her legs and landing in her violated cunt, making the juices pour from her. As this was happening, she felt her legs opened and a soft material was flashed against her swollen, raw cunt. It was heaven and hell and the different sensations fought to win control. As the strokes finally subsided, she fell to making slight whimpering noises, the pain of her arse and her pussy slowly turning into a rich ache of pleasure. Virginia felt hands.