I looked at Lorenzo for pity but his focus was on my hips and the slick thick fluid that was glistening between my legs. Soon he was swinging the whip...left and right as fast as he could, whip whip whip whip, on and on he went as tears ran down my face and dripped onto my breasts, my cries echoing off the buildings around us. He now changed the target to my pubic area and with the first kiss of the whip on my pussy lips and clitoris I gave out a blood curdling scream and brought a loud gasp from. Tomorrow when you wake up, it'll be absorbed into your system and going to work on your pheromone glands. They'll kick into high gear. You won't notice anything yourself, but the effect on other people is dramatic. It's Cupid's Arrow, friend. Imagine walking into a room and have every girl suddenly hit with a wave of pure lust, directed right at you."You chuckle derisively. "So every girl I meet will shred her clothes on the spot and jump on my dick, is that it?"Your roommate looks disgusted.. Recounting the ride in detail, Helen showed her friend how high she dared pull her skirt up, and just how she imagined the bus driver’s fingers stroking the mound of girl-flesh in her panties. Christen laid the sides of her bodice aside to demonstrate how much boob she showed. She even admitted to Helen how she ran her fingers up the insides of her thigh to direct the man’s attention to her undies. Soon both girls were mashing their panty crotches to wetness.“Don’t look, okay?” Helen gasped to. I quizzed her some more. No, the guards hadn't raped her; Brad was very tight on discipline and wouldn't allow it, although a couple of the guards had asked him if they could. No, Lauren hadn't tried to use her sexually either, hadn't made any mention of it.I asked her about her living arrangements. It had been fairly comfortable because there hadn't been any other slaves in the castle at the time, she'd had a room to herself, locked in at night, of course, and the way things were set up now.