.." Yes, Sir, it is," she assured him. "Miss Sloan will issue you an identity number." I see," he mused. "The customer's are protected, too!" Yes, Sir... Miss Sloan made up the system, and she insists that everyone be anonymous." She took the doorknob on the inside and began closing the door. Linda Sloan also didn't like for her models and their customers to spend any extra time in conversation.Just then, Miss Sloan appeared in the hallway, meeting Susan's client as he came out the door. "I hope. I understood this was a school for slutty girls to get what they want, but I thought, I'm not a slut?"Ah, I almost forgot to tell you the reason your here. Well I am an old friend of your dad and he wants me to make you a better girl." And I understood what he means. My daddy sent me here to become a slut. I got a twinge between my legs imagining having sex with a bunch of sexy men. I look up at Headmaster Anderson and I feel my pussy getting wet, he gives me a smile and gets up and walks. She decided that it was better for our daughter to be fucking me than some boy down the road, at least they could control it to a degree, I was left a little perplexed, everyone was fucking my brains out, the girls began to take turns, as well as walking around the house with nothing on, it seems so they could jump on my cock whenever they felt like it, I did not get a choice in the matter, although I must admit, I was defiantly enjoying the attention. So here I was with eight women fucking my. "SHIT! Alan, tell me that you didn't just toss my panties into the bushes too."He was all grins. "Okay. I'll tell you that. But it would be a lie." Grrr!" She stomped her foot in frustration. But in truth, she loved it. She'd had many lovers, male and female, but nobody else had ever treated her like this. Her pussy was gushing, and her whole body trembled with fear and desire.She could barely control herself - she threw her arms around him again and kissed him madly.He naturally kissed back,.