There were 100 pictures that men were lusting over! Men desiring and wanting more of her!She could hardly drive on the way home.“And,” Jon told he.... “There are many men on the internet that would pay good money to have you act out their fantasies or to do poses on request.”“I am not sure Jon, maybe somethings,” she acquiesced.“Well, I was also told of a couple of internet sites you we could do something like that.” He reluctantly said.“No way!”“Think of it, we made $200 selling your pictures. Her fingers were soft and gentle, yet purposeful. With her left hand she reached over and gently squeezed one of my nipples. The natural sensitivity of my nipples, combined with my expectations for a good fuck, the suddenness of the situation, and my true affection for Jen, overwhelmed me. My bi-curiousness came to the forefront, and before I knew it Jen was on top of me fingering and tonguing my cunt while hers was right above my face. I instinctively went after Jen’s pussy. Never having eaten. ..fuc...fucktoy". "What good is a fucktoy if you can't fuck it"? "I am sorry Master" you blurt out. "What is your purpose"? Without hesitation you say "To serve Master Robert in all ways, without reservation or hesitation" I shake my head. "You have failed me, your cunt is dry. You will be punished. Before that I will get pleasure from your mouth" You start to shiver as your mind runs wild with the possible punishments. "Open your mouth and lower your head" I command. The mouth opens but. The African-American futa-teacher stared at me while the other students laughed and moaned, some still having sex from watching me sixty-nine with my best friend, Annalee, while Teal rammed into my bowels.I couldn’t believe I let this all happened. I was so horny from being naked, so turned on by the humiliation of everyone watching, I embraced the ultimate shame. I let someone other than my futa-lover fuck me.The emotional pain made me cum so hard. Half-a-day enrolled in the Program had shown.