She was a typically tall Scandinavian woman, with a great physic, loved being amongst men of all ages, and as I watched her typical greeting, of full ...outh on mouth kissing, she would drop her hand and fondle their cocks and testicles, while some of the men would look at me and smile, my own nudity exciting some more than my mothers fondling did.My mother drank heavily, mixing her base alcohol, popping pills, while the men took turns with her, in full view of everyone else, she would make for. Quite literally a week after my 18th birthday (Saturday is a great day to have a birthday, I must say) one of my best friends, who had unfortunately been out of town the weekend of my birthday, decided to make up for missing my party. She had sourced out a house party going on that evening and she insisted on bringing me to. She promised there would be: no parents; free alcohol; hot university guys; and a lot of general craziness. Naturally I just had to go, so I came up with an elaborate plan. Peter tapped his card against the doorknob to his room and opened the door. He ushered us in before closing and locking the door behind us.The large suite opened up to large windows with a sweeping view of the city. City lights dotted the darkness outside. I turned around and saw the three men looking at me lustily, like I was a piece of meat. I had never felt more like a whore, yet I couldn’t deny my own arousal standing naked in front of them.“Gentlemen, Katie knows how much I want this deal. ”“Maybe, but we don't always get the ending we want.”Wendy tugged on the leash harshly, pulling his face closer to hers. Jack stared deeply into her dark, gleaming portals, awed by her crazed, dominant energy. Her perfume invaded his nostrils. Their lips were almost close enough to kiss.“Well said, slave. But something tells me that's a lesson you still need to learn.” Wendy grabbed his head and shoved it down. “Back on your knees where you belong! Follow me.”She strutted into the parlor, the.