I was finally old enough to start training to be a slave, I was walking around the school with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen who would help ...e get started. I was so happy.?So you seem to like the idea of being a slave, huh?? She asked smiling as we passed a few juniors who were tied up and hanging up in the hallway by their wrists. I guess she noticed the look on my face.?Yea, it just seems so amazing. You get to devote yourself so completely. I think it sounds so special.??I never. I heard them whispering back and forth in there and I waited with a smile."Okay ... wow! Yeah..." Charlotte said. "But we gotta fix up your hair and put some makeup on you too." Makeup!? No!" Shh! Don't worry. You'll look fantastic." I don't wanna look fantastic! I wanna look like me!" You'll look like a fantastic version of you!"Amy whimpered in resignation and Charlotte came running out, closed the door behind her as though hiding a surprise, and grabbed her makeup bag and some hair styling. Her face was screwed into a knot as she moaned and whimpered. Finally, I lifter her legs up higher, drove into her as hard and deep as I could and just started to unload inside her. I came. And came. And came. I filled her up. She never said anything about protection, I didn’t ask, I really didn’t care. I pulled out after a few and started shooting over her belly. I shot two or three more times across her body before I stopped. I relaxed and sat on my knees. She relaxed into the bed and just. His eyes were wide, disbelieving, but it was too late. Richard, home early, watched as his wife came apart, her body writhing as she came again and again, panting and helpless on the man beneath her. The sheen of lust on her damp skin blinded him like the sun. Her eyes were locked on her husband's, mouth forming his name. Despite himself, Richard felt his cock stiffening. The sight of her like this, her hair a mess, face flushed with sex and guilt and shame, called to his primitive side, a.