They made me ashamed to be a horny slut. They made my shame a turn on. The more I'm demeaned, the more I love it. I used to be dominant in bed, but...they trained me, like Pavlov's dog."You urge to be fucked by anyone who will, anywhere they will," he said. "Not for your own pleasure, but because nothing is more important to you than giving others pleasure." And he drilled it into me. He didn't let me orgasm for months at a time, until I reached a state where I didn't even think about. His tempo was increasing until he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes.She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She loved every minute of it.Kelly reached out from under him. Well I don’t think they can hurt me the way my shield seems to protect me.“None of them are answering. Can you please come back in a few hours where everyone is up,” I asked.With authority the man holding his foot against the door said, “This is a matter of national security. You need to open the door right now.”Which nation asshole?“Yeah right,” I laughed. “A fourteen year old high school kid on a field trip has anything to do with national security? Do you work with the clowns from the Museum. "I know you think I did this for the money and you'd be right. But now that I've got to know all of you I just want to get you back to where you want to be ... where you belong. The money isn't all that important to me now. Not unwelcome, mind you," I grinned up at her. "But not as important." You are a good man, Toliver," she said as she turned to leave. "Thank you." And then she was gone.Like I said that wasn't the only shock I got that day, not even the biggest one for that matter. Later.