I put them on and we got in the car (John opened my door for me.This is getting weird.)When we arrived at the bar, I could see everyone outside starin... at me.The men were fascinated, some of the women were jealous, and a few of thewomen had the same look as the men. This was going to be a fun night.As I approached the bar to get a drink, a man came up next to me andstopped me."Excuse me, the lady will have a Cosmo, I'll have a Jack and Coke," hetold the bartender. He turned to me. "Hi, I'm. Your clothes are not yours, your body is not yours. You are simply using them at this moment." The girl looked puzzled. She was tied to a chair and the Principle was explaining some king of odd philosophy to her. Sandra was really confused. Of course Principle Lazlow had seen this sort of reaction before."Tell me Sandra, have you ever had sex?" He asked. The question came unexpectedly as far as she was concerned. "Umm no, Iv never gone all the way - if that is what you mean." she answered. The woman looked down on the humiliated girl, smiling, looking at her companions and then at me."Kiss her feet, slut," I ordered and Claire slowly lowered her lips to thewoman's shiny black leather shoes and kissed each shoe gently, her ass exposed to view. More laughter."Now then, pup," I continued, "I want you to kneel and beg her to allow you to give her a ride round the room on your back." The party goers laughed and whooped their approval.We all watched as Claire slowly raised herself onto. Slowly her hand crept under my shirt and rubbed the bare skin that it found, her nails lightly scratching my skin, toying with my body's sensations. She reached her hand up higher, located my nipples and traced lightly around them, bringing about their rise. I could take no more and placed my hand around her neck and lifted her head to mine. I kissed her with such ferocity, and even though she enjoyed it, she backed away taunting me. I needed more and would not take no for an answer. I pulled.