I had never been completely naked in front of a guy before. I slipped off my heels first and he starred at me, which made it even worse. “Help me wi...h my zipper?” I turned around and he stood up behind me. His hands ran up my arms, then found the zipper on my back. He pulled it down and I held the shoulders so it didn't fall down right away. I turned around and looked into his eyes. His eyes were busy studying my body, eager to see the dress fall. I debated grabbing my handbag and running out. " I've trained you to be a slut! And tonight I'll prove it to you." Yes, Sir."After a moments thought, she tossed back her drink, the strong whiskey burning her throat. She looked up at him, grinning derisively down at her."May I have another, please, Sir?" she asked, holding out her glass.He handed her the whole bottle and laughed cruelly at her, letting her drink five more large tumbler's full of the conscience-numbing fluid before leading her out to the private party. You could barely notice. Pat used to be a hotel manager, until she discovered Shambala. Shambala, from what I can tell, is a place that existed thousands of years ago, populated by aliens and spirits who created our Earth as a form of experiment. Not everyone on Earth has a soul, Cheyenne informs me in her soothing customer-service trained voice. Some of us are reincarnated citizens of Shambala, here to guide the soulless ones towards greater understanding and steer the earth towards a wonderful time of peace. I think. She took the rest, stopping only to swallow my load and lick and savor my wet and shiny cock. When I was done she licked me clean. "You were wonderful, Sloan. That cock of yours is really something, but I have to be going. Let's keep this between the three of us, okay?" I was gathering my composure as Rebecca got dressed. She motioned for Phoebe to get up, as they were leaving. She paused at the door to kiss me, smiling like a contented woman. Phoebe was smiling at me as well. After they left,.