You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due...to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a profession of my choosing, and I was well aware of how easily one mistaken action or improper word could cost me the most painful of. ” And Mary would chime in and say things like, “Oh, he loves being a femmy little girl-slut. Just look at the way he melts when we softly stroke his nipples. Just like a precious little girl! See how he squirms and sighs – you'd think he was moaning to be fucked like a girl – you want a nice hard cock in your pussy hole, don't you? Of course you do, you can't think about anything but sex and humiliating yourself now.” And then they would giggle to themselves and sometimes give each other deep. Angie had looked in at her at teno'clock. She was still out like a light. Looked like a dream in theguest bed, though. Some light, airy negligee in pink and white -actually matched the canopy of the bed and d?cor of the room.Angie arose and showered. She dressed with great care. As she wasapplying her makeup, she thought about Jim. He couldn't keep his eyesoff the third bridesmaid yesterday. She smiled. A good wife shouldmake her husband happy, she thought, with a wicked little thrill. My body seems to be getting used to a real bed. So, if I’m to pamper its temperament, I really should get back to the dorm”.“Why not just stay here for the night? You’ll be back first thing in the morning anyway”, Sarah injected.Annie wordlessly looked up at Chris, trying to tell him through mental telepathy to shut up and accept.“Well, I guess I could sleep on the sofa. You’re right about being back first thing tomorrow. Annie and I were going to make a day of it up at the lake tomorrow, and.