There was a pair of identical cubicles on either side, each one servicing three more walls worth of guests apiece. On a busy night, I imagined this as...one of the happiest houses in town!“First few times, you’ll probably only be able to handle one at a time,” Heather a forty-something bleached blonde, told me as I sat sipping coffee before my first shift began. “Give it a couple of days, though, and you’ll have three on the go at a time, one on each wall, and all three of them will believe that. He began fucking my mouth again as I twirled my tongue around his head, rubbing his balls with my hand. I felt his hand reach up and rub my breast as he slid his tongue towards my clit. As I moaned more, he slid two fingers into my cunt, rubbing the sides. I squeezed his hand with my legs, and I could tell he enjoyed it. "Mm, I want to be fucked bad," I muttered, thrusting my hips in his face and back, all the while sucking his as hard as I could. Then I his cock pulse harder, and his cum. How sweet!" Mandy's hand again stroked my buttocks,feeling the welt as it rose up on my skin, irritating the stroke mark."Did you think your training was just about us screwing you and givingyou pleasure? You simple little slut, of course not. You are not goingto become a truly sissy, servile maid and slut unless we give you propertraining. And that means teaching you respect and making sure you knowwhat your position is. And that means punishment!"With that last sentence Mandy unleashed. And still looking good!’“The story? Sure,” Frank agreed, then continued. “Where was I? Oh, yes, She died. How did she die? I was there, and it was truly terrible. Someone had planted a car bomb, and she was trapped inside. She was burned alive.”“Oh my God! That’s horrible!” Tally exclaimed. “I think I’d rather be shot!”“You were shot,” Tia ventured.“Several times,” Tara added, grinning at her.“I agree,” Frank told them. “It was the most horrible moment of my life. Her lover, Jake, blamed.