We’re all going to be intimate enough to be on much more than a first-name basis. But if you want to use titles, it’s Master Craggs or Master Whor... Craggs. I’m Artisan Eslinger. Obviously, I’ve earned Goodwench Eslinger, but with the clients I keep, that’s not a title I use.”“You’re here because you want to be Whores,” Master Craggs said. “Florence and I are here to see if you’re cut out for that and to shape you if you are. You always can say no, but being a whore is about saying yes whenever. Leah fought me but she wasn’t fighting very hard. In fact, this glorious sister of mine shortly gave up all resistance. She pivoted around on the step then threw her arms around my neck. Now I’ve been kissed before, but goodness, the kisses this girl now gave me stimulated every nerve in my body! I was shaken to the very core of my being. I hugged Leah and gratefully accepted these lip-locking tokens of her loving affection for me. I loved her too so I kissed her back with the same obsessive. That is until Max showed up at lunch time.“Well hey there you sexy little creature,” Max breathes into her ear as Tiffany is about to grab a lunch tray.Quickly, she spins around to face him and her face brightens. Instantly her pussy begins getting wet in anticipation of having his cock in her. Then Amber enters her mind and she has to fight away the ache to question him about her.“Where’s Amber?” she asks as she glares at him. It is hard to keep the glare because all she wants is to melt into. She decided on sky blue for the dress, sheer red bra and panties, dark blue shoes and stockings. She bought Dior perfume to go with it and knew Sir would love it. It was acceptable for school and acceptable for Sir's office. Her first bonus had been reinvested in Sir.On the weekend, Miss Jones went out with old school friends. None of them knew she was a slut, she had been the prim and proper one, marrying young. She deliberately dressed casual. Her best friend Sarah spied something. Something.