I had won. Yet I noticed something curious; my pelvis was way too close of his in this position. Too close. In fact they were touching each other, I r...alized.That’s when it started to happen. I started feeling it coming. I was starting to get hard, right there. What a horror! My dick was getting hard right over my best friend’s balls. I panicked and released Daniel quickly so I could sit and hide my boner with my legs.“Hey, everything ok? You look weird” he he asked concerned as he sat. I was under the impression that every slave would get her own master, but maybe that’s a bit greedy of me to think. I like being here with an entire group, the slaves are really kind to me and to each other, everyone helps each other out.At first I had to get used to living here, I was homesick and I longed for my own bed in the dormitory of the institute. But you know who’s here as well? Nadia! She was a class above me in the institute and she was sold off last year. Nadia helped me and showed. As I finished brushing my hair and doing my make-up, I realized how much the hormones were changing my appearance. Ismiled at how good my reflection looked in the mirror. I felt morepassable than ever and I was pretty confident that I would be able tohandle the flight as Jenny without too much trouble.Vicki dropped me at the curb in front of the terminal and gave me a bighug and kiss good-bye. With a big grin, she handed me a "bodice-ripper"romance novel and a Vogue magazine to read on the. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy didn’t just like smoking. She loved smoking. She adored.