She lived alone which quite common for students living there. I went to the store and bought a packet of condoms. Luckily the place wasn’t that far....I reached her place in 30 minutes. I was anxious nervous aroused and a bit scared.She opened the door in her red bodysuit. I was awestruck and at a loss of words. She the cutest smile and welcomed me in. As soon as the door closed the sexual tension increased exponentially. I pulled her close running my hands over smooth skin.I put one hand on her. His beard wasreal, but salt and pepper instead of pure white, and even though he had arespectable Santa belly, he was also tall, and it looked like he had somedecent muscles under his costume.It was well into the 'mom and dad get drunk' part if the party when I hadto use the restroom. The bathrooms near the smaller conference room whereus k**s had been corralled to play games were both in use, but I knew therewas another smaller one around the corner that I could use.After I slipped away from. He took the butt plug in his hands and looked atit, strange this. I replied push in my ass and handed him the gel. I turned overand lay down on my belly, spread my legs, put some gel in my ass, and a lot of gel on the butt plug. He put some gel on my ass and start fingering it deep, I moaned a little bit, give me the butt plug I will put gel on it. It is not a very big one but good, I gelled it in and gave back to him. Push it in slowly and he did,mmmm I like the feeling, he pushed it. We both loved what we were doing, and sexual slavery seemed to me to be the essence of our life style. I loved her deeply, but was consumed with the idea of her being my sex slave. It seems that I was always pushing her limits. Abbey accepted her slavery with relish. Needless to say, I was consumed with my desires for her. I was obsessed with this woman. Over the years we experimented with various restraints and torments, some of which were down right painful tortures. This only.