"I feel like it now. Why don't you go ahead and shower. I need to shave my legs and stuff." You can do that while we shower together," Andy pointed ou...."It's some of the other stuff that might be gross," Regan said with embarrassment."Like what?" Andy wondered."I ... I need to rinse out my ... my pussy," Regan confided, blushing deeper. "I read that things can get stale down there if I'm not careful."Andy blinked. He had never considered the concept."How do you ... rinse it out?" he asked."I'm. Once at their assigned post their wrists are released from behind them by the attending slaves and secured above their heads to a ring attached to the lever on the back side of the post and their ankles are secured to the bottom of the post holding them secure and helpless. All slaves that are not scheduled to tend the punished slaves or assigned to a necessary detail are chained to their post for the ceremony. The posted slaves all glisten in the sun with their nipple rings and toe rings. I saidnothing as the secretary made notes. Then it was my turn. When I told herwho I was she looked me over carefully, again made the notations, thenmade out a new ID card for me. After a picture was taken, I had my veryfirst piece of ID that said I was a girl and allowed to leave. The othergirl was asked to stay.As I went into my first class I felt everyone's eyes on me, but walked tothe desk as casually as I could, gave the teacher the paperwork, then satin my normal chair. Nothing was said. I needed no encouragement. I was sucking his cock harder than he could fuck my mouth. We were the best match of the night and we were just getting started. I was pushing down so hard and choking my own mouth as his cock head pushed to the back of my throat over my tonsils. He just laughed saying that's what I wanted. I just groaned each time and kept deep throating him. I wanted him to cum.I felt his balls and they were really tight. They were shaven and felt so good and ready to give my what I.