"Well, what I want you to give me is you. All of you, without reservation and hesitation. I want you to be my slave. So the question is this; do you a...ree to be my slave, or do I get dressed and return the lingerie? If you are willing to be my slave, kneel down. Otherwise, I'm leaving."Slowly, almost unconsciously, I dropped to my knees. Erica knew this was what I wanted all along. I was surprised at how expertly she had manipulated the situation to her advantage. Yet, I longed to let her use. I guess I didn’t mind. I never expected to come home either. Two days after I moved home, I saw her sitting, with a towel wrapped around her, and she was staring at the floor. Sara wasn’t moving and to be honest she wasn’t doing a thing. That made me a little curious. Was something wrong, I asked myself? I kind of shrugged my shoulders and continued on to the room, Sara’s old one as a matter of fact, and I put on some boxers and pants before heading back to the bathroom. Again I walked by her. I moaned and gasped, feeling him bring me to orgasim. He pulled away and stood up, bringing me over to the desk. He laid me down on it, my tits bounced. Janice came over to Mach on her knees and she began to suck him off while Jason pulled his pants down, releasing his cock to me. I was stunned to see it was larger than I’d remembered it being in his back seat. He leaned against the desk, pulling me down the desk to him. Janice bobbed her head up and down on Mach’s cock, but he kept his eyes. Simon whipped my feet from all sides, then moved up my legs, to my knees, on up my thighs. He spared my pussy, giving it only a light stroke, before continuing with much harder strokes on my belly and breasts, almost all the way to my throat. He stroked the flogger over my face through the pillowcase, then the whipping resumed, this time descending my body from my shoulders to my breasts, belly, legs and finally ending with several strikes on my soles. By that time, my whole body was shaking.