Cathy did as she was instructed and, as soon as my cock came free, leaking pre-cum like crazy and coated with Traceys juices, Cathy again sucked it ri...ht down her throat and cleaned it off. I just love that flavor she said as she plunged the small cylinder into Traceys cunt a couple of times and then pushed it right into her arse until it disappeared and only the cord was hanging out. Now sit on his cock again she instructed. Once my cock was hard up against Traceys cervix, Cathy fiddled with. "It's probably just a matter of time. Someone will push the boundary and you'll see your limits." I don't know, Jake. Hasn't happened yet!" So what if I asked you to ... do twenty jumping jacks?"Abbie stood up and began to jump up and down. "What's the big deal? It's just exercise! Everyone should exercise more." What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "Seems kind. If I had come to your terrace on this sunny Saturday, and told you that I have been in contact with Alex, would you have listened to me?" I might, " Karen said, "but my husband would have sent you away. But it is true, John. It happened just that way. And only Alex and I know." This is crazy, " John answered, not as angry as before, but still grumpy. "You claim you can make contact with Alex? He's been dead and buried for 4 weeks, now. You'd be a cruel man if this is a scam." I can." OK. Then. I glanced sheepishly at the other girls, also in the same get up, and put the ears on. A quick twirl in the bathroom mirror confirmed my worst fears; that I am a cum slut. The next order of business was class. Or better yet, hiding in my dorm room until the time comes to return for another humiliating experience. I didn’t much care for slut points after what happened this morning. I don’t want to lose, but it’s not worth humiliating myself for it again and again. I glanced at the other two.