I understoodwhy I had been demoted and I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about it.Implants, damn it! Why hadn't I just gone for them when I sti...l had the money?There had been a time when, as things had started to change, a lot of girlswised up and prepared. Implants. Collagen. Dramatic wardrobe changes. Whenthe inevitable demotion came, they were ready to survive under the new regime.Not me. I * knew * it couldn't last—that womenweren't going to be deprived of their equal status. So. At our first meeting, every girl sits in exactly the same way. This girl is named Melissa, and she is no exception. Her cuffed hands and forearms are together in front of her breasts, trying to cover them up. She is leaning forward with her legs tightly together in an effort to conceal her pubic area, and keep some vestige of modesty. I am excited every time I see them in this position. Taking them out of this position, fully exposing their nakedness, and making them fully vulnerable and. He shared a room with another man, but he was u*********s and I am not one to pass up on an opportunity. This man was a Dutch giant. He was sturdy and solid. I could see the size of his cock through his boxer shorts. I knew that he was likely to have me walking sideways for a few days. I played the innocent, "I can't sleep and the French boy doesn't want to watch a film, would he like to watch one with me" act. He just nodded and patted the side of his bed. I went to get in, but he stopped me. "Rule two, always wear a condom. Who cares if you get pregnant, bitch?" he asks.*Please! Go get plan B or something. I can't get pregnant! Not with his child.* she pleads.Jonas stands in front of Eileen while I sit up. "Rule three, no oral!" he says, pointing to his dick."Yes, sir." I say, as Eileen. Hearing her talk so submissively is great. I then bring up Eileen's hand and start to make her stroke Jonas's cock. It's wet with Eileen's juices and Jonas's cum.*Anything but this...* Eileen.