She didn't mind being Ray's mistress. She didn't mind it being known by other people. But she resented the hell out of being displayed like some prize...cow. There was no need for Ray to treat her so much like a piece of meat. No! He was treating her like some cheap whore he had brought in!The men were staring hungrily at her. There was a tall, slender man whose bald head glistened under the lights. He patted her on the ass affectionately, his eyes looking eagerly at her cleavage. His touch. As Ron stood there, holding Amber close, he began to feel her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he hugged her and then he knew his hardon was touching Amber's body through his pants, too.Ron struggled with what his body, his mind, and his heart were all telling him and then he broke away from Amber slightly, reached down and scooped her up into his arms and he began walking down the hallway where he knew her bedroom was located."Daddy, what are you doing?" Amber asked Ron as his. Well, there was no way I’d ever let a stranger into my room! All the more reason to carefully screen the men I played with, like I had with Ron…still, it was a good reminder to be careful. I was so vulnerable dressed this way, and I shuddered at the thought of being preyed upon by some sicko… Back outside, I indulged myself with a cigarette as I window-shopped down Michigan Avenue, stealing glances at the smartly dressed women who passed me by, and at my reflection in the storefront windows.. “No.” Cassie, the brunette said, but before she could even express another word Sally grabbed her hair and pulled her down. Their lips interlocked and the men cheered as they saw their tongues playing with one another. Cassie tried to lift her head up but Sally firmly held her head down. “Touch her Sally” Mr. Samuels commanded. Sally kept one hand tightly wrapped into Cassie’s brown locks and then moved her other hand underneath her shirt. The men watched as Sally moved her hand to the back..