I realized my fingers were clawing at my drenched pussy and hard clit. I have a pen and paper in my jeans, we should write our names on pieces of pape..., put them in Sids cap, draw them out whos first etc., taking turns fucking her. What do you think guys? Kevin suggested. None of the guys talked directly to me, just about me. Sounds like a plan Kevin. Sid picking up his ball cap all the guys writing their names on separate pieces of papers put them in Sids hat ready to start drawing names out.. He laughed and his obvious ease and friendliness was contagious, I found myself relaxing and nearly smiling. “Oh I was just planning on catching the 6 PM bus, but it’ll be gone by now. The next bus won’t be here for another two hours.” “Okay.” I wrapped my arms about myself defensively as we began to walk the way I had come. He smiled reassuringly at me. He must think I am but a small child, I thought. I could not help thinking that his smile completely dissipated any of the rigid, lawyer-like. "Inside, Jacqui unlocked the shackles linking Sarah's ankles and wrists and introduced her to Greta."Where are my clothes?" asked Sarah, who was wearing her issue overall.Jacqui snapped a firm whack across her stomach with the riding crop she 'happened' to be holding."First. I am in charge here and you will call me Madame. I own you. You were there when I bought you."Second. Those are MY clothes. I also bought them and I will decide what you wear."Third. This is a brothel where you will work as. Then the tip of my middle finger brushed over my clitty. My knees almost buckled under the onslaught of arousal that crashed over me. "Yes, just like that," my best friend’s voice instructed, but I didn’t even see her lips move, too captured by her stare. I rubbed the moist fingertip over it again, and I got back the same reaction, lust and heat exploding between my legs. I started to massage the swollen knob of pleasure and couldn’t hold back my moans anymore. My thighs started to tremble. I.