She ran from the room, and I was once again left with a raging hard-on which I stroked with my hand that was covered in her cum it did not take long t... blast what seemed like a bucket of cum onto my chest and hand. I needed to wash up so I headed for the bathroom, and ran into my mother on the way. I was not able to get out of her way fast enough and we both wound up on the floor. She saw that I was covered in cream, and thought it was her hand lotion. She proceeded to wipe it on my body in. " She said, pointing to a somewhat unoccupied portion of the room. I sat down next to another boy, who looked to be Hispanic."Hi." I said. "My name's Dave." Martin," he replied. "Where you from?" The DC area. How about you?" Well, my folks are from Mexico, but I grew up in Phoenix. What do you know about this place?" Martin asked."Well, supposedly this is a top college pep school. I don't know for sure about anything though. Just that it has to be better that the public school I would have gone. You chose to be a slut and sex slave, so that's exactly how you'll be living from this day forward. Every day." I shivered a bit as your words sank in. Everyday... ? Oh, this was not going to be fun."Your parents will be kept in the dark as to your newly adopted lifestyle. Since they are getting old, they don't need to be burdened with the thought of their beloved daughter being tortured, used, abused and kept like a dog -- or a pig. When we visit them, you'll be reverted to the mousy,. That was fine, except that the material was very thin and it was absolutely obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Not only did the dress display her very prominant nipples, as she swayed this way and that to get to her seat, I could also see the full size and shape of her breasts through the material as they jiggled about. They had sagged low, which is forgivable for a woman in her forties, but bless her; her really obvious nipples still pointed forwards and outwards, and Man, did they.