Nothing got her wetter and hornier faster than videos which depicted a woman being used, treated like a whore, and degraded, and even better if there ...ere multiple men involved. At first she'd been confused by her reaction. She shouldn't want to be aroused by this, should she? But it was undeniable—she longed not for her husband's tender words and loving caresses, but to be used roughly and called the names she'd been taught a man should never call a woman: slut, whore, cunt. Kelly found that. So my nights are usually study, Facebook, masturbate, go to bed. Wake up in the morning, masturbate again, shower, go to school, repeat as needed. Until one day, Alex started acting strange. I got along with everyone in my class. She was no different, of course. Most females had pegged me as the best friend you could tell everything to, then forget exists until you have another problem. I was oddly okay with that. So anyways, I usually passed Alex and Jenna (Another bombshell...she'll get hers). You are my Master; you are the owner of my body and soul. What can I do for you?" Got Gal said in a monotone."You now are the property of Ramon Prize. You will join Ms Americana, my mother and the other women here as a stripper and whore. You will do as Mr. Prize commands you, be it in sex or dance or any other commands, do you understand?" Yes Master, I will do whatever Ramon Prize tells me to do. I will dance when told to dance and I will have sex with whoever he says. Do you require my. ” Hung up again, smiling to myself.Cassandra had changed from her work outfit into white jeans and a white top. Her attitude had changed too. Fake-casual was now angry-scared.I had changed into a black pants suit with 4” heels. White blouse buttoned at the neck. My corporate uniform. I didn’t sit and didn’t offer her a chair, “Tell me about those deposits.”She’d had time to think on the way over here, “Office reimbursements from petty cash.”I slapped her. Hard, but not as hard as I could..