You are one nasty bitch, let’s get you into the shower and clean you up.”She helped me to my feet and I staggered toward the bathroom. As I stood,...a load of cum began to run down my legs, confirming that one of the men in the room had just fucked me or maybe all of the men had?“Finish that beer where I can use it to wash you out. You are fucking nasty, but the guys got what they paid for.”“Paid for”, I thought. Wonder what that means?I did as told and started to stop as a man was taking a piss. A small pot belly and maybe her ass was nice when she was younger. I think she was in her mid fifties. We had moved every year for the last six years. Some schools placed me in honors classes and others placed me in with the slow k**s where I was bored to death. That moving around a lot and being in a different school every year is why I was eighteen and still had a year of school left. Mrs. Farr taught the slow k**s. This was 1980, things were different then. Anyway, I was in after school. Even though I was scared and whimpering at the sight I couldn't takemy eyes from it until I was slapped back into reality by the nursebleaching my hair as she needed to rinse.Once rinsed she again started rubbing something into my hair, and bythe smell I could only assume it was dye. Once the dye was on thenurse turned my head to watch the show again, and by this time, eachof the Mistresses was violently using the hole she had chosen,obviously enjoying the whimpering and choking coming from the. Not even Trixie had felt the need to completely exhibit herself in public in such a blatantly sexual manner!Together, the guys and I decided that we'd encourage this clothing and footwear fetish by making it part of her official slave's uniform. Anne-Marie did have a lot of assigned duties outside of the house, but we also decided that our slave girl needed to learn patience, especially while bound up in restrictive positions ... and frequently from now on. Anne's personal porn collection on.