“And it had nothing to do with getting your big dick wet in all their juicy twats, futa-puta.”She winked. “Think of it as practice for making lo...e to you.”“Show me,” I moaned. “I want everyone to watch mi futa-hermana perversa make love to my body.”Moans rippled from the watching crowd. I noticed Ms. Tyrell was rubbing her futa-cock through her skirt. She looked around, her face twisting. I bet she was looking for an excuse to fuck one of the girls.I didn't care. My futa-sister was kissing down. Things are refreshingly normal again, I'm back into my routine; washing, using the loo without even thinking about it now. I get up and see Jo watching me. I'm not embarrassed."Good morning, Fifty," she says as she opens the cell door. "Before we start today, let's talk for a few moments." She sits on my bed and I kneel on the floor. "Tell me, what do you think are the characteristics of the ideal slave?"It's a strangely difficult question, because it's such a big question. I've been here so. He might be your best choice for your first time. He's expressed interest in dominating a woman. I think you two are a perfect fit to venture into kink together for the first time." Olivia looked at the picture of the naked young man. "He is cute. I would like to meet him first, to be honest." "Of course. You would meet to discuss what both of your preferences are, and what limits are to be respected. Swipe to the next one," Janet replied with a grin. "That can't be real!" Olivia laughed out. When I stepped out of the shower, my clothes were gone. I thought I'm not going to do it again, I'm not gay. I dried off and wrapped a towel around me and went up front. Jim said their in the washing machine, no seance sitting in sweaty clothes, then handed me a plate and a beer. We ate and talked about the work I did last week. He said he has so friends that came over and he told them how long it took me. He said they were impressed with the work and short time. " they want to know if your.