I told them that they would get a lot more sex in their life if they made their prime purpose to satisfy the female and make her happy above all. They...would always be amply rewarded.I showed them my clit, had each one pet it, then lick on it as I told them the best I could how it made me feel. I told them how it took girls and women much longer to fully enjoy sex, that much of the feeling in a pussy was the labia and the immediate area inside.But I also showed them my own hot zones, behind my. When I opened my eyes, I saw the secretary beneath me, bathed in my enema. I felt bad for her, but worse for myself. She crawled away to suck a coworker’s dick and the boss turned his attention back to me.“Now that she is prepared, the fuckwhore will be administered like any other disobedient bitch.” I felt a hot pain on my lower back and screamed. They were branding me! I started to feel panic. Being presented was one thing, but the brand was permanent. What was happening?! The hot iron was. He played it safe by covering his hand with a backpack and continuing his job. He could figure out by looking in my eyes that I was enjoying this. I, on the other hand was avoiding eye contact and looking the other way.I turned around with my ass facing him to avoid it going any further. He started rubbing his finger on my ass-crack and this started making me even more aroused.Next station was Dadar and as the crowd got in, he adjusted in a way that i was facing him with his hands on my crotch.. But missed the part where she went full time pro.It isn't pretty. She got addicted to d**gs while I was deployed in the military. I refused to pay for her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her.