I was on my back on the bench. Looking up, I found myself starring up Jim's pant leg on his shorts, his magnificent black cock hanging down toward me.... I have to admit, I felt a tingle in my balls as I looked up his opening at that cock I loved to suck. If I could have, I'd of picked up my head and sucked him right into my throat. I'm such a fucking slut. "Need a hand spotting?" Jim asked in a quiet voice. "Sure" I replied. My voice sounded nervous, and like a little girls. I was embarrassed.. The girls dressed me in a pink boob tube, a black pleated skirt and knee length boots. My hair had been tied into pigtails and my make up made me look bitterly sweet. Shame burned within me as I saw myself dressed like a common whore. I stood outside mistress's room waiting. Eventually Mary exited and told me that mistress was ready for me. I entered after her and saw mistress sat on her throne. Beside her throne was a table with a decanter and a wooden box. Mistress looked me up and down and. .. wasn’t just once either...” The boys all erupt in oo-oo-ooo’s and laugh. Samantha and Lucy both go bright red. “Right,” says Samantha looking away from Lucy, all business. “Corey, truth or dare?” “Hmm... dare!” he says. “I dare you to take your shirt off.” “Oh so we’re stripping now?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. “Nah, just wanna see your sexy bod.” Samantha winks at Corey with a smirk and he complies. “Okay, back to my turn then... how about... Fred again. Truth or dare?” “Truth,” he says. Alicia glanced at her across the bridge."A 'snow Chuck'?" Only the best, most noble kind of snowman," Chuck told her. He turned to Anthony. "We still doing this?"Anthony nodded."I still think it's best. If the 'wrong' people see humans, it'll just lead to complications." Behind him, the door to the ship interior opened. "All ready, Daium?" Ready."She was dressed in winter gear, the same snowsuit she had worn that day a year ago when two cultures first met. Feet and hands were gloved, a pistol.