”It was a problem every male faced on leaving college. He had to find someone that would accept him as their responsibility in law. With males havin... so little freedom in society it was almost impossible for them to function without someone to hold a bank account for them, be responsible for their whereabouts and behaviour. Either that meant continuing to be the responsibility of their parents (something few parents were willing to do), finding a place with an commercial or private employer who. One of them slapped my face, ordering me to strip off my clothes.But his mate was not so patient; so he made me bend over a wooden table and lifted my summer dress up to my waist.He laughed as he found out my tiny black thong.He put his fingers on it and noticed it was damp with my pussy juices.The whole situation had turned violent; but still I felt aroused and wet…In the darkness I felt four hands rubbing my mound and feeling my nipples.“Well, well, Robby, you go on first… get this nice slut. I took a few seconds to explain that the drapes will soon open when I enter the locker room and change into my new uniform.I showed Rob the little g-string that's going to be my uniform for the evening, kissed him again and went off to get changed for work.As I passed through the club on my way to the locker room I came into contact with several of the nearly naked waitresses. All are wearing normal panties in various styles. But it doesn't bother me that I'll be wearing a little less. I'm so. Who would do something like that? Only an idiot or a real stoner, right? And of course, she had been the angriest with him when he was supposed to take them to the theater but had zoned out on the sofa instead.But what to do about it, that was the question. Tell him his days of freedom were over? No more smoking allowed? He wouldn’t like it, but well, she didn’t like the way things were now, and after all, it was her house.There was something else she needed to think about too. Something that.