Each slave was dressed basically the same, in National Slave Dress. For women, this meant an oversized five-buttoned cotton short sleeve shirt that we...t down to their knees – most shirts were white but a few were black - and their National Registered Slave Collar, a rounded ring of shiny steel with four D-rings. This had been locked onto them by a computer-controlled locking device which made it irremovable, except by a long official procedure. Each collar was fitted with a metal tag: ?SLAVE. What do you say, Fareeda? Wanna take part? –As I was getting dressed into a new suit, I thought about this for a while. I always liked and wanted to help people by doing something other than sex but had never got the chance. This money will be sent for breast cancer victims. So I agreed. He said,– good. Guys, line up and have a feel of the boobs of our beautiful woman. Fareeda, put them out –He charged money per unit time. Most of the guys were holding my boobs over the time they paid for and. I really wanted to make myself orgasm but I knew my son would not last that long judging by the increasing frantic glazed over look in his eyes. "Mmm, do you like fucking my nice big tits?" My son groaned back to me 'yeah'. He now placed his hands over my nipples and areola. He looked at me with smirk on his face as he pulled his cock out from between my breasts. "Hold your tit's for me mom." I did as he said and my son rubbed his prick head across my nipples getting his hot, sticky pre. Peggy didn't miss a beat and she jumped in naked right after him. tom looked at me and said oh well I guess if skinny dipping is good enough for s*s, I'm in too. He stripped and jumped in as I was dropping trou. I followed suit and noticed that Peggy was kissing Steve. Tom noticed too and he looked at me like oh shit hes gonna kill Steve. I reached over and grabbed tom's ass and laughed and said throw me the soap. He threw it to me and I began soaping up. I felt him cum up behind me and hump me.