Her cries and moans had not goneunheard by my flatmates who let out a huge cheer as she climaxed. As I laythere in my girly clothes a wave of jealousy...and regret came over me.Despite Freya saving me from humiliation I felt jealous of her, did I wantto be her in that next-door room having my virginity taken and if so bywhom?In the coming days and weeks, the pair was teased mercilessly by the others.I saw less of Freya as their relationship grew and grew and still I had thefeeling of jealousy.I. A dribble of saliva crept out of her mouth. “What are you doing?” she gasped.“Isn’t that obvious?” Cyn replied, sounding quite nasty as her hand twisted and twisted. “We’re treating you like the little slut you crave to be…”“I don’t…” Em began.“Your cunt says otherwise,” Cyn told her. “Fuck, you’re wet, you little slut.”“I’m not a slut!” Emily said, but her eyes were betraying her.I put my hands back on her head. “You’re neglecting your duties, you dirty little cocksucker,” I told her. “Get. He stood warily by the entrance, until he was joined by three other men, wearing blue work uniforms and peaked cloth hats."Let's be having you, then!" one of the men shouted, which was a cue for the women to gather in an orderly procession at the factory doors' entrance and to file in. As they did so, they were evaluated in a desultory fashion by the men who clearly saw this as a routine rather than a pleasure. Some women were greeted with familiarity and some were turned away. These, Tracey. Then I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle and a glass. "Like a drink?", she said pouring a little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!. "If that's what I think it is, no thanks", I replied. "Well we'll have to see whether you're a good boy, wont we?", she said putting the bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over to me and sat on my stomach facing my feet. "Call that a prick?", she said flicking it with her fingers. "Give me a chance", I said, "I haven't had a chance to get worked.