They came over and introduced themselves as Hari, Karan, and Shiva. They brought some chilled beer with them and offered some to us. We gladly accepte... and soon, we were having a good time talking and laughing with them. I could see many of them glance occasionally at mom and then look at each other and smile. An idea slowly came into my mind.2. An opportunity to fuck mom with many menI took mom outside for a second and asked.Me: Maa, mujhe lagta hain ki yeh log tumhe chodna pasand karenge. Kya. As we chat, I wonder how this will actually play out. The verbal flirting has been going on all night, and Bryce’s eyes have been all over Darcy, but the leap to actually involving another man in our lovemaking seems like a wide chasm to cross. I begin to wonder if our plan is ill-conceived and destined to fizzle anyway.Darcy calls for me from another part of our suite. I excuse myself and head in. I find her in the bedroom, in a lacy, red and black teddy, one I recognize from photos she has. I finally got to the door and made my way back to my seat the whole time looking around for security afraid word had gotten out about my little adventure in the men's restroom. I was covered in the evidence and smelling like a whore house. Either no one noticed or they simply didn't care. Once I was back in my seat I still left my shirt unbuttoned thus allowing my tits to peek out anytime I jumped up to cheer. I was still hoping to get on that big center field screen. To my dismay it was not to. I supposed that they had grown used to this particular humiliation. I expected that I, too, would become accustomed to it.After breakfast our lessons began in earnest. The first class was what the other slave girls called our "dog-training" class, where we were forced to learn and respond to commands in a foreign or nonexistent language. After my initial bewilderment and confusion, I found that I was quite adept at making out the nuances of the trainer's commands and quickly complying with his.