This here is my slave girl. Pa let me have her. Ain't she alooker?" She sure is Sue, but you can't take her in like that. You know the law.Slaves can'... go in wearing clothes."My face drained of all colour on hearing this. Not only was I losing thepretty clothes, I was going to be naked in a room full of horny men."Please Mistress, let's go back. Don't humiliate me," I whimpered.She wasn't moved. "Don't worry babe. You won't need your clothes forwhat you're about to do anyway."Larry laughed at. After some argument I agreed to fuck Jeff - and only Jeff - but eventually I gave in to letting the others watch us. By that time Jeff's fingers were making me absolutely crazy.It was such a trip to walk into the sleazy motel with three handsome black men, and watching the clerks eyes bug out. I knew he thought I was a whore, but I didn't care what he thought just then.It was thrilling to undress in front of all those men and when Jeff positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed and climbed. It quickly became evident that you were there to help these young men lose their virginity, if necessary, and practice their sex skills after that. You were going to be fucked.You wore a T-shirt with a bra, slacks with panties, socks and tennis shoes. That was the recommended dress for your new role. You had only been in class for five minutes when the instructor had you strip. He would point out certain features of the female anatomy as you did. It was almost like a health class until he had. “Now, fuck me already. In the /cunt/,” she added quickly, making them both laugh. He wasted no more time in guiding his rigid length between her moistened folds once more, and she wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his taut buttocks. The acceleration to fiery, carnal fucking was swift, their minor spat forgotten for the moment as he drove them ever closer to their mutual release. Jessica’s wave crashed first, more sudden than the last but every bit as exquisite. Clutching.