’ He smiled at her words and at the same time noticed the girls returning from the dance floor, Brandi in the lead, a big grin on her face. ‘That ...as fun.’ ‘What, leading those poor guys on?’, Vic asked, ‘you’re such a slut.’ An audible gasp could be heard from the girls around the table. Brandi cracked up, ‘Didn’t I tell you he’d call me a slut?’ she laughed. ‘So where are you staying Vic?’ Alison asked. ‘Fortunately, I’m staying right here in this hotel, so I can’t get lost on the way home.’. We were on the couch and my girlfriend was lying on me – face up – with her head in my lap, while her friend was sitting on another chair. As we were talking, I was running my hand along her stomach, rubbing nonchalantly, when I noticed her friend’s eyes following my hand. So I pushed my hand further up and onto my girlfriend’s chest, stroking her perky little tits over her jumper. She didn’t mind (thank you, alcohol) and I could see her friend was watching intently. I started getting a little. I can’t help but watch the way you rub her clit until she’s begging you to stop, but you don’t of course; you just keep on torturing until an orgasm is ripped out of her. While she’s cumming, he is fucking my pussy hard and deep, making me moan and scream. To shut me up you take the brunette’s hand and shove two of her fingers into my mouth; right away I start sucking on them like they’re a cock. Soon after, I’m cumming all over the place.Before I can even catch my breath, I hear you say “Slut. The group became quite fond of how it looked on their slaves, the way it hugged their bodies so tightly as an ever present reminder of their subservience. It soon became a symbol of their subservience to the more normally clothed men of the society. The decree was soon written:"Masters wear normal clothes. Slaves wear latex." It was passed unanimouslyThe structure of The Society has the elite group of men at the very top. There is no leader as every man is independent of one another, but they.