My master asked for everyone's attention. Everyone stopped whatthey were doing and looked in his direction. My master told everyone thathe was going t... let his slave chose five men to fuck. He told me I wouldhave my hands unlocked from behind my back and relocked to my neck collar.A worker did as my master told him to do. I now had my hands locked tomy neck collar and was told to pick out the five men I wanted to fuck.I really had a choice in the matter. I knew what was expected of me soI chose. She rubbed her fingers in my short pussy hair. She didn't go down to my raging clitoris.I was desperate. I Stopped kissing her and yelled, "I need to cum RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!"She smiled and said, "Okay. Be patient. I've never done this before. "Then, she slid her fingers down to my sopping wet cunt. It felt awesome. Her fingers slowly went in and out of my pussy. I felt her other hand caressing my breast. I laid back and gave myself to her.She brought me to the brink of orgasm with her fingrs.. ” Greg paled at the President's words. blood? Is this some kind of secret fraternity ritual? The title he wanted, the life he desired was right there in front of him. A blood oath was the ticket to a six-figure salary and private jets. “Oh-oh-ok, sure, Mr. President. I'll be right back-” He was about to stand up when Sylvia squeezed his hand, forcing him to sit back down. “No, no, Mr. Thomas, Miss Sylvia will do.” He looked at Sylvia. “Just one bite. Don't get too carried away.” One bite?. ‘American Abroad. Sorry, we’re not known for manners, I guess.’ ‘I was starting to think you were French. Alright, no more sniping. Do you dance, by the way?’ ‘Yes, but not in five inch heels on a first date. That feels a little too much like Professional Paid Titillation to me.’ He looked me over again, slowly and lingeringly, as we walked. ‘..and if I ask you to very nicely?’ ‘Um… that was an amazing balance of flattering and flat out creepy. And I’m not sniping, I meant it. Look, I know what.