They claimed I said that ‘one wasn’t enough for me’, that is how supposedly I ended up having sex with all three of them. To add insult to injur..., one of these guy’s parents were pillars of the community. These pillars of the community swore their angel of son couldn’t possibly involved with anything like this.“I was just a gold digger sniffing around for a way to get at the family money. While my family was barely in the middle class. Needless to say, that only me, and my family were the only. My front had been painted white, with a red circle around each areola, and a red X across each nipple. Across each of my breasts were the words, "Don't touch." Just above my mound was, "Ask me nicely first." That did explain the odd tickling sensations.Across my back were lines of writing."This slut is Owned... cannot come without permission of her Owner... is highly responsive... Show her a unique experience."I looked up into her eyes that flame of pure lust was flaring from her eyes; I could. Because daddy did hard, physical work at the John Deere plant, he was tired when he got home. I was more than a little proud I was sexy enough to tempt him into fucking me twice every day.When dad woke up I asked him how he would feel about getting paid to be filmed while we fucked. When I told dad how much it would pay, he agreed. We had done without a car for a long time, and the streetcar line that dad rode to work was closing down. The bus company claimed there weren’t enough potential. “Relax, little sex slave,” I said, as I knelt on the bed and started to lick her lovely erect nipples. “Diane is about to eat your lovely pussy and as she does so, you are going to go to heaven!” At that moment Diane slipped her tongue into Marie’s newly trimmed slit, and the virgin squealed and jumped. “Gently, slave, gently,”” I whispered as I stroke her other breast, “Diane is very, very good at this and you are a very lucky little cunt. Relax, now, lie back and give yourself over to.