She crumpled the panties in her hands and threw them at me, and I instinctively grabbed them, put them on my face and took a deep breath. They were mo...st. Lydia was aroused by the situation. I looked at her, and she sat down, without a care in the world, folding her legs in a butterfly pose so that her entire slit was clearly visible from my position. As her outer lips parted, I could see that she was getting wet, and my erection got even harder.“Wow, girlfriend. You’re really something to look. A thing of beauty, indeed.“Just how owned are you, pig?”“Every fucking part of me is owned by you, Sir. All of me belongs to all of you, to use and abuse in any manner that it pleases my owner to do so, Sir! I swear it to you on my life, Sir!”“Who is swearing all of this to me, pig?”“Your property, your bitch, your piggy cunt, your piggy slut, your fat nasty cunt, your fat nasty ass, and anything else that this nasty piece of shit could ever possibly be for you, Sir. You name it and I am it,. "Nobody in here", she said with an impish grin. "Sounds good to me", I replied and we headed off into the locker room and into the steam bath.The steam in the room was thick. Providing a cloud of mist to cover our carnal activities. "Mmmmm", she moaned as she dropped the towel again, "I love a good steam bath". "I do too", I said, "especially when it's shared" as I unwrapped my towel from my waist. My cock already starting to pulse at the sight of her naked body across the room. "Oh my!" she. And white men were too proud to be seen as weak or unable to pay their share, with the exception of a few beta boys that actually seemed proud to perform their civic duties. So if you’re keeping track, the people most often paired together were white women and black men. I ended up being paired with a man named Rodney, who was probably in his mid 40’s. He wasn’t married, that I knew of anyway, and he lived in a modest house in not the best of neighborhoods. I received my orders to report to.