The next day I was very sore and every time Mathis saw me wince in pain, he laughed. That afternoon he told me that he had a great idea. He said tha... he could make a lot of money letting other couples or just men or women use me as their sex slave for a nigh or even a weekend. I just thought he was joking. He didn’t say much more about it after that. Two days later when him and I were going to bed, I walked into the bedroom and saw his belt laying across the bed. He stood in the doorway. The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 2 of 5By JaneCopyright reserved.You pass me your black lace waspie and I put it on as I am told, enjoying its gently squeeze after the vice-like grip of the rubber corset. The red satin panties are soon about my hips again and I sit on the edge of the bed to pull on the black nylon stockings you give to me, then stand to do up the suspenders. I place my arms through the straps of the sexy red satin bra you hold then feel you tug the back into place and the clip. Apparently it didn’t take much to get Rachel drunk and the guys were testing her limits by touching her. They told me once the first guy rubbed her ass and she said nothing all the guys started copping feels with various parts of her body. They said they could tell it was turning her on being felt up by so many guys! It escalated and guys started taking turns kissing her. Then one of the black guys I didn’t know (his name was John) blurted out when learning Rachel was Jewish “I hear Jewish. When we were growing up, he’d suffered from bad acne and he was scrawny and small for his age and even so, I loved him and saw no flaw in his appearance, but when I’d encountered him years and years after he left me, I saw right away the change of air did him some good. He’d grown taller and gained a few pounds which, I could see clearly through his tight jacket, were transformed to muscle. He still wore glasses, but they were fashionable and went well with his stylish clothing. He still had.