I could make out one word. SLUT. That’s what I am, and that’s how I would be treated. “On your knees, sluts.” I was shoved to the ground; my ...ands were pinned behind my back. My wrists were bound by a soft pair of cuffs, completing the picture of a submissive whore. Whoever put the cuffs on hauled me to my feet and pushed me forward. I walked blindly towards the throng of guys. There were dozens of pictures taken as their hands roamed my body on the way by. Some grabbed at my pussy, others. That was when she noticed that one of the windows was open. If he was sitting in the common lounge, he would have heard her. There was a time when this would have mortified Mary. Tonight was different. As if to confirm her suspicion, the blinds moved and Jo looked out directly at her window, obviously seeing her silhouette. Mary decided that this was one opportunity that she did not want to miss. Her carnal desires overwhelmed her rational self. In this heightened sense of arousal, there was no. I sent this to Miss Danica in June 2011 to show Her how She made me spunk in my pants just looking at Her pics, and then went back and spunked all over themI handed this to Miss Leigh at my first Worship Session with Her – my pants were already wetLooking at pics in mags was usually spontaneous pants-spunking, but of course you don’t know how many pics there are in a set, and as you slowly turn the page, you’re not looking to hold on till the very last pic – if hold on is an option, which. It was around 11pm and Tabitha had not seen David yet. She wondered if he had just decided to skip the event and save both of them from dealing with the emotions of the night. At the top of every hour, the bartenders took a two minute break to use the restroom while the waitresses did a dance on top of the bar. Tabitha grabbed her cellphone off the counter in the back room and rushed to the ladies room. She checked to see if she had received any text messages from David, but there was no new.