She sighed. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that, I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge. I can see some of what's happening with my friends back in--" Sh...h!" Gina suddenly hissed.Cassie quieted, and she heard it as well: heavy, slow footsteps, and the clink of armor. She turned her head and pointed towards a hallway junction behind them. "It's coming from that way," she whispered. Her heart thumped louder than her voice.Gina backed away, but Stephanie caught her arm. "No, don't run," Cassie said. Looking up at me she tells me, "it's gonna be like that, rough and forceful?" I tell her "yes and I want to see you deep throat my cock". She slides my cock back in and starts bobbing her head, working my cock. When she bottoms out on my cock again, I hold her head as I pump my hips, forcing my cock down her throat. Again I let go when she starts gagging, she pops up but again takes my cock. I held her head several more times, making her gag but on the last one she pushes my hand away and sits. We use it to sit in, when we aren't doing anything else." Turning to leave the room she added, "Come on." Wait a moment, you use this room for sitting in? Only sitting in? Doesn't anyone sleep here?" Helen asked."No. There is plenty of space here. Forget Earth's overcrowding. We have separate rooms for eating, sleeping, one each for sleeping, sitting, cooking, washing, working, and so on. Opposite door is Karl's study. We don't go in there unless there is a terrible row; Karl even cleans it. When I reached them my husband asked "What are you." I looked at him for mercy but knew it was useless."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." They all smiled and congratulated my husband on having such an obedient slut. I felt so humiliated. My husband then told me to bring the rest of the outfits out. When I came back he had me place them on a chair. He picked up a french maid outfit and handed it to me. I turned to go to the changing room when he said "You can change here." I looked at him in.