He ordered me to take off my tight blue skirt.I begged him not to fuck my pussy; I was ovulating on those days.But he did not want to hear my pleas; H... just wanted to fuck me.The bastard finally grabbed my skirt and ripped it off from my body. He smiled at the sight of my tiny white cotton thong; it barely covered my shaven labia. He pushed me back on the couch.The man smiled again, seeing my thong was already damp. He told me I was a slutty wet cunt. Then he slid between my thighs and parted. The noise was still deafening, so there was no point trying to have a conversation. Actions speak louder than words I thought, so I placed my hand on his furry crotch, started rubbing up and down over the fur and could feel his penis stiffening. He let out a moan through his mask, and I knew there and then he was mine for the taking. He started to take his mask off, but I gestured for him not to, since it would make it all the more fun way to lose my virginity.I took out his now hard cock, and. Every day, I would watch him through my upstairs bedroom with either my own eyes or binoculars. I have watched him take a shower, work out, and every now and then watch him talk on the phone.Often times, I would imagine myself with him with erotic thoughts. I had to take action and I got a plan. That night while he's sleeping, I got out me black leather outfit which consisted of a black leather and lycra bustier, a thong, knee-high boots, sheer stay-up thigh-highs, jacket, and gloves. I got. Worried, Tracy said, “Can I put some clothes on, please.”“Not yet slut, but we’ll allow you to dress before we get there.” said Linda.“Thank you Ma’am,” said Tracy.They drove away from the campus and down the highway. Once they got close to their home town, Linda pulled into a small rest area and stopped at one end of the parking lot. “Ok, cunt, get out.” said Christina. Slowly, Tracy exited the car, and stood waiting.Linda said, “Do you want to get dressed pet?” “Yes, Ma’am” said Tracy.“Well,.