Betty said as she handed me a pamphlet."Hey what is this? This talks about a girl's period. I'm not interested in this," I said."It will help you talk...to the campers about their periods that they will be experiencing during their stay at camp. Now read up," Mrs. Betty said.After fifteen minutes Mrs. Betty came over to check up on me. "Looks like you are dry," she said as she lead me back to my chair.She then removed my perm rods and then she began to shampoo my hair. After a couple of minuets. "Shadi was not accustomed to such bold speech, especially by a female, and he blurted, "I . . . No. I mean. I don't know. I have never engaged in anal sex. I . . . I . . . No, that is not my 'thing'."She stepped to him. "That is fine, but then, what is your 'thing'?" she asked almost seeming to mock him."I . . . I don't really know." Well, you like girls' butts so for now, we will just go with that."She knocked on a hardwood door and announced herself to an eyeball on the other side of a. I have no right to refuse a male's requests or demands, and will gladly submit to whatever sexual---" That's fine!" barked Mr Rosen. "Now lay across the mahogany desk over there and assume the position!"Knowing exactly what he meant, I obediently walked over to the desk and lay down lengthwise upon it. It wasn't long enough to accomodate the full length of my nude, enslaved body, but that was precisely the point: My legs dangled down off of one side, placing my quickly-moistening slit on the. ”“I- No.”“No?”“No. I won’t ask.”“I thought as much.”She felt the garment loosen. Soon, he had peeled it from her as well, revealing her small, perky breasts tipped by her swollen pink nipples.“You are enjoying this, aren’t you.”“No,” she demurred, casting her gaze down, and then across the room, meeting those of the twins who watched as well, smiling encouragement at her.“I-““You wish me to remove your dress? In front of everyone?”“Yes. Exactly. If you wouldn’t mind?” “I would be delighted to..