Sayaka is bi, and this had been a source of tension over the past few months. But in an odd way, differences can disappear between two people when the... are attracted to the samewoman – as she and I clearly were. And we basically liked each other, too, which made it easier. Sayaka had spent a few years living in the US, as well as a semester abroad during college. We shared tastes in music, scuba and food. Still there was a bit of tension. This thing about being male; you cannot help but lust. And then his voice for the first time "let me explain. You were not sold for charity as my date but as my slave for the evening. None of the girls knew. Only the guys and now, you belong to me and I will use you as I see fit."I felt a new wave of fear rush through me as I realized I would be ****d over and over again all while being forced to perform. I would not have agreed to this which is why I guess they trick so many young girls into doing it. "sit down!" I was pushed backward and. She ruffled up her hair a bit, sliding down the strap of her shirt and unbuttoned her shorts and ran up to one of the tables, whistling with her fingers and some hot guys turned their heads to see her and they grinned, moving closer to the table with a few glasses of beer and wine in their hands. "Hey boys. Want some money?" She asked, sliding down her shorts to reveal her small thong and they grinned even brighter and she let them strip her and fuck her. The first guy brought her onto his lap. Candice laid there breathing hard and unsatisfied. The wonder, the fear that surprisingly turned her on, all slowly fading. Her eyes grew heavy as the last rumble of the storm rolled through the clouds. The rain now a slow and steady drum against the side of the building. She fought to stay awake, fought to hold on to the memory of what just happen before it slipped away completely. By the time the small candle on Candice’s dresser went out, her eyes shut and she quickly fell into a deep sleep..