Being treated like a s-slut" She cried, her voice muffled with her tears and gasping breaths. "That's it you cockslut. You fucking wanted this" He sne...red, watching the tears roll down her face as she whimpered and squirmed beneath him. His hand tangled in her hair kept her still as he groped roughly at her G string, snapping the fragile fabric off her. "No! No! Please!" She cried out, kicking her legs out again, trying to push him off her. Although her pathetic attempts to escape were amusing,. Then, to my dismay, she announced that it wastime to apply my make-up. I would have to travel to the fair in not onlythat unwanted costume, but wearing a clown face as well. I tried toconsole myself with the fact that my identity would be concealed by thewhite base and colorful highlights I was sure she would use, but somehowit didn't help. She sat me down at her vanity table, removed my wig,tied a kitchen apron around my neck, and began to work.As expected, a white covering came first,. The intensity of her feelings and the strength of her orgasms had left an indelible imprint on her sexually. She needed more.The computer screen came on and after logging in, she went to her e-mail to see if Jeffery had written back. He had. She clicked the mail open and she read it nervously:'I want you tonight, slave.' was all it said.Warm shivers went through Michelle as she re-read the five words. It was Wednesday and really, there were very few orders. She would probably end up staying the. It was nothing like a club, as people came and wentdistracted by the never ending events. They were used to being thecenter of attention, yet with so many other things happening aroundthem, they were just one of many acts that drew temporary interest.As Benny sang his ass off and the guys rocked their instruments, it wasthe strangest gig they had ever done. When they finally finished bothsets, it was really frustrating seeing the sparse crowd and even moreso receiving weak applause from a small.