After that I would be given a choice. In that period I was seldom conscious, and have very few memories of it."Once I had completely recovered, with t...e assistance of another submissive slave (who at the time I saw as my superior, if not even as a mistress, since she was kindly treated, and rarely ordered around) attending to all of my needs, I was visited again by Mistress Serena. She gave me the following options that would affect the rest of my life. "The first choice was that I would get a. I still felt guilty. I couldn’t help but think about her parents. They had probably warned her about boys many times, and cautioned to always keep her legs crossed and to never be alone with men she didn’t know. And now here she was, slippery with her own piss and getting used by 6 men she had never even met.As my erection lowered with these thoughts, i remembered why i had come in here. I had to pee!! And bad! I hesitated for a few seconds and watched her sucking on the tip of this guy’s dick.. "Okay, I am ready. Are you?... Good... What do want me to do first?... Okay... mmmmmm..."I could tell from my weak vantage point that she was rubbing her tits and squeezing her nipples, and trying to hold the phone to her head with her shoulder."Stan, wait. They have a headset attachment for their phone. Let me get that, it will make this whole thing a lot easier. Hang on."She got up, and I watched as her beautiful naked body walked over to the table on which the headset was sitting. She picked. Where would Randi be right now? Which class did she have? I bit my lit. Though we never dated, we remained friends. She was always complaining about... Her history class taught by Miss Dannel.I had that class last year. I broke into a sprint. I might be a swimmer, but I was in great shape. I could run and run if I had to. My lean legs stretched out before me, my small tits jiggling, my short hair swaying about my face.I turned a corner, bare feet slapping down the linoleum hallway. I had a.