Up and down the shaft, sometimes quickly sometimesagonizingly slowly, always keeping her tongue moving. Was she pleasingher Mistress? She never knew... The only clue was that the cock stayedhard, pulsated once in a while and every now and again would be shoveddown her throat until a pair of swollen balls bounced off her chin. Shehad practiced this for weeks, month after month at Mistress's orders.She had become convinced she must suck cock if she was to become ahighly valuable slave girl and. ?" She turned to look at him though it seemedto take a moment for her eyes to focus through the drugs. "Mary, do you know who that is over there?" Hepointed over to Whore. "Uh-huh." She nodded her head, " 's my sis'er" "Very good Mary," He stroked her pussy gently,her whole body rocked in time with his hand. "What is her name?" Her face scrunched up cutely in concentration, "Sus…Whore.'er name'sss Whore." "That's right little Mary," he began to fingerfuck her slowly while taking her hand in. " It was clear from his face that his nursing training had kickedin.His first issue was to teach us how to take care of pee'ing and wipingourselves properly. Then he had a bigger, more embarrassing topic for usolder ones. "Breast cancer. Just in case, you know, in case this is ...uh ... permanent. You'll need to know how to check yourselves forlumps." He demonstrated to each of us what the self-checks felt like,and then guided our hands to do our own. His hand on my breast was anoddly. We catch the eye of two women dancing together nearby; a blonde who is taller, and a redhead. The blonde is slender but her body language says she is the more powerful of the two. The redhead has breasts clearly featured by the tight fire engine red top she’s wearing. They are breasts that would draw either attention or envy or both and evoke unrestrained pleasure. The buttons on her blouse are straining slightly. No one need ask if she is wearing a bra. These breasts would fill my hands. They.