It doesn’t matter that we were exonerated, we are fucked, excuse the pun.”I smiled. “True, but at seventeen we have an entire life to show the w...rld that we are not sluts.”She looked at me over the rim of her round glasses. “Really, do you want to go there? We are sluts, you know it, I know it and half the staff at the castle knows it.”She did have a point there. Ever since our sexuality had awoken we had used the male staff for our pleasure, sometimes even having them watch us as we licked. For me, it all began when I was barely eleven years old. I'd known what "sinning" meant already, of course (it's what you'd call "having sex," I think)--but I'd never before become totally fascinated with it. Now that all changed at once.On the night before my eleventh birthday, I'd had my first "gush dream" (what you'd call a "wet dream"). I dreamed I'd sneaked into the home bathing-room of a hot, sinny (or "sexy") little creature in my class at school, a dark-skinned beauty with bosoms just. " I get between your sprawled legs and lift one leg over my shoulder to gain leverage and open your ass wider to take my aching prick. "Now you're helpless, bitch," I say. "You can't stop me. Not that a cumslut like you would resist." You take the hint and start to weakly struggle, pushing against my chest with your hands, knowing that turns me on. I grab your hands and lift them over your head, holding them down roughly with one hand. I smear lube on my cock, pull your G-string to the side and. They were a couple with an 8-month-old baby. She was 29 years named Lakshmi, she is a typical south Indian lady looking beautiful and sexy. Her boobs were quite big as she is feeding her baby. I liked her and love to have her at first sight. She was very sexy.I used to see her often and smile at her and this continued for weeks as I was shy to speak to women at that time. During evening time she will be in upstairs talking to nearby aunties. One day I went upstairs in the evening as there was a.