I simply couldn't fight him he was so much stronger than me, he was so dominant and possessive of me. It felt like he owned me, like my little girly a...s was his! I really started freaking out as a couple other guys took notice of me being controlled by this huge muscular alpha male. I looked up from the floor and saw some of the guys pointing at me and laughing saying that i was a bitch and that i was made to serve cocks for a living. The humiliation was so intense, and i felt like i was a. She walked to the other side of the bridge and lay down in the soft grass.“Come over here she said, fingered me”I went over to her and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off. She was wearing a tiny pink thong which had a massive wet patch on the front of them. I pulled them aside and sucked on my fingers, and then I slowly pushed two of my fingers into her pussy. I could feel her pussy juices on my fingers as I pushed further into her and then pulled out. She was gasping with each. I waiting while sipping on the complimentary wine. Then all of a sudden things changed.At distance, a couple of tables from me, a woman was wearing a sexy sparking red sari with a black low-cut sleeveless blouse. Staring at her deep cleavage I noticed her golden mangalsutra. The only problem was that I was unable to see her face.At that moment she had bent down to pick up some cutlery fallen on the floor and her long black wavy hair covered her face. My eyes were wide open and locked onto her.. “Let me get you down from there. And get you covered up. You poor girl.”“Thank you, Mrs. Philpott,” said Faith. She felt her face blush as her neighbor unfastened the rope and then started to remove the bindings on her wrists. She still couldn’t figure out what to say but, thankfully, she was spared that.“Oh, hi, Jess,” said Jill as she strode into the room. “I see you’ve met our little slavegirl.”Jess blinked and then looked at Jill, dumbfounded. “Slave girl? Faith?”Faith was massaging her.