It stung like crazy and she stormed off into the bathroom. I rubbed my jaw and followed her. "Look, I'm sorry I said that Ally, I didn't mean it. . ."...She angrily began to strip as she ran the hot water, preparing to shower. I heard a quiet sniffle and I touched her shoulder. "Are you crying?" "Yes! Yes! Are you fucking happy Josh! Are you FUCKING happy now!" I could read the hurt and the pain clearly in her lucid blue eyes as tears streamed down her delicate face. I felt so evil right then. I. .If the straights ever really know what goes on at night when they're there during the day...I think they would just freak out.Well this is where my story has it's happy ending. I was at this park one night. It was summer, so it was a warm night. This was one of the reasons I loved summer. I remember it was particularly busy, lots of guys around as warm nights always seem to make men horny and ready for the hunt. I was cruising as you do, seeing guys in bushes blowing each other, taking it up. She slapped me. "Yes you are, but that's not the answer I want." I'm a slave."Another slap. "Go on, continue." I'm a nude slave. Your nude slave. Your slut. Your nude slut."Another hard slap. "Are you wet?" I nodded. "What does that make you?"I thought for a moment, groping for the answer she wanted. The slaps hurtand I was crying again. She smiled and slapped me again. "I like itwhen you cry." Another slap. "Answer me!" I'm a wet cunt. I'm a nude, wet-cunt slave. A. "What if he has some nurse having us drop our knickers then the secret is over," Emma groaned. "I want to stay with you." We can always refuse to do it. If we can get all the girls to join with us, they won't be able to make us all take them off," Carol explained."That's wishful thinking," Emma moaned, feeling dejected."Let's see what we can do," she kissed him on the mouth. Carol had turned out to be a very sensual kisser. From the cold wet fishy kiss on the train to the soft and tender ones.