He opened my legs and dragged my body down the bed closer to him. ‘Your place,’ he roared, ‘is as my fuckin’ slut.’ Max shoved his cock aga...nst my pussy lips and started to push himself into me. I felt torn between the urge to fling him off of me and the need to pull him in closer. ‘Ungh, ungh, ungh.’ Max fucked me in that spirited manner that made me take leave of my senses. He reached out and pinched my nipple through my dress and bra. My pussy helplessly gripped his flesh harder in. There was no bra underneath.Stacy watched in silence, letting the two older women sort things out. As Helen sat to remove her pants, she surveyed her body. Helen was thin indeed. Almost ropey. Her breasts were small, not even close to a handful. They did slope downward a bit but did not dangle. Their nipples were dark and prominent. The deep tan was uniform across her body, much like her husband's. Stacy wondered about that. Her stomach was flat with a hint of musculature.She had stripped down. Though she felt more exposed, she also felt more comfortable, freer that she had.The shift, what there was of it, was fabulous. Anne had seen concubines walking the halls of the Moon bases wearing ugly grey shifts. They were as short as this green number, but Ugh! Men and women both wore them. If a girl slave was a little long-bodied you often saw her trying to hold the hem down over her private parts.Ruth pulled a shoebox-sized case from the bottom of the wardrobe and led Anne over to the bed.. It’s just that you are both so stunning. Would a little jiggling be too much for an 18th birthday party?”“I honestly didn’t realize how closely you were watching the two of us, earlier. Let me talk to her, and maybe we can find something appropriate that we can’t wear a bra with. Do you want us to go commando?”“What?”“Commando, it means not wearing any underwear at all!”I blushed, then I thought about it, and said, “I’ll leave that to you ladies. Not knowing will keep me on my toes.”“Yeah, I’ll.