Your girlfriend moved out of the flat off-campus the two of you shared, and since you can't afford the rent alone for longer, you're now looking for a...new roomie. You already had quite a few applicants around but none of them really were suited you think. Today you have three more people view your flat and you decided you need to pick one of them.The first one was a guy named Dale. One year younger than you are and a little shorter. He's got striking blue eyes and starts showing off a bright. A party, obviously, but what type of party, Brenda wondered? Just a fancy dress party? He helped her out of the car, and she walked to the house feeling very conspicuous in her schoolgirl uniform, collar, chain, and cuffs.Inside everyone was dressed in fetish clothing, of varieties that Brenda had never imagined. Some men were dressed as Dominants, some as women. Some women were dressed as Dominatrices, and Brenda found those fascinating. Many of the Doms carried straps or paddles! Others were. It is nice. I push back against him. He taps my behind ever so slightly. It is soft enough to be a pat. His hand make a soft sound. ‘Jack,’ I say. ‘Ummm.’ ‘You know that treadmill in the other room?’ ‘Yeah,’ he says as he runs kisses across my neck. ‘I’m up to five miles a day. I’ve got one of the most toned asses in Cincinnati. It can take more than that little, baby slap you just gave me.’ He mouth is off my neck. His hand is off my ass. I sense the blow coming. It feel it land. It is hard. ??She’ll never know!??All right. Prove that you’re a slut, and I’ll let you get stoned and fuck you as the slut you are.??How do I prove that???Well for starters you could show me your sloppy cunt and horny asshole, beg me to fingerfuck them, then I’ll make a couple of joints while you lick my cock and balls or play with your scummy cunt.??But???No buts about it, you came here to get fucked, knowing I’ve got a steady girlfriend, which, by your own definition, makes you a slut. You can either.