If we were in a club and I had seduced him, this would be his ultimate fantasy. My breasts glistening with my own juices, sitting waiting for him to d... with me as he wished. I had to admit it, I was jealous. I wanted him to see me and be so irrevocably turned on by me that he would have to have me, right there and then. That was the effect I had on other men. I could walk into a room, pick the man I wanted, smile and he would follow me outside. The fact that he didn’t want me made me want him. "Yeah, but at least you had one, mine's just a blank on the birth certificate!" Charly said bitterly.Wendy didn't reply but just kept hugging her friend and so they stayed in the shower holding each other."Slaves? Why are you just standing there?" Brigit's voice made them jump. Charly looked around but couldn't see her."I'm sorry Housekeeper Brigit, but Wendy needed to be told about the shower, I will be showing her how to clean the Iron Maiden next." Charly said."Very well, carry on Slave. I opened my mouth, and he forced his cock in deep, causing me to choke a little. He held my head steady by grabbing a handful of my long blond hair, and he plunged his dick to the back of my throat with steady force. His other hand was busy feeling me up, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching my hard nipples.I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised by his actions. I had noticed him checking out my firm 13 year old body for a few days now. He was always joking around about sex, and I guess I. Most of the females were love-oriented and most of the males were strictly lust-motivated in search of a quick "tingle" in the middle of the night.Strangely, the love-seekers and the lust-seekers were compatible if not in the long-term, at least long enough to scratch that "itch" that filled them all with a sense of frustration.She was a nice woman in her mid-fifties with a rather large bottom that was caused by spending most of the day sitting down behind a desk answering the telephone and.