" "I'll bring you home, 'kay? You still know where you lived, huh?" "Yeah... yes, I do... Thank you..." He lead me surprisingly gently to his truck... He got in the driver's side, wiped a few cigarette butts from my seat, and we settled in. He didn't start the truck. "Um... I'll tell you where to go..." I murmured. "What, you think this ride's free?" I froze. "I... I don't have money..." A lie, of course, but I needed this money. "I'm not talking about cash, baby." He smirked. "I remember. He was rubbing my ass the whole time and my little cock was rock hard by the time we got to his house. We walked around to the back of the house and went in the door to the basement where his room was. We passed through the laundry room and opened the door to his bedroom. I stepped in and stopped in my tracks when I realized that he had six or eight guys waiting for us in there. I was about to protest when he grabbed me from behind. One hand was over my mouth while the other arm wrapped around. Did he really want her to go down on him, while someone elsewas watching, she wondered."Come on honey, loosen up and lets have some fun."The drinks from earlier were just enough to break down her barriers, and with alittle hesitation, she dropped her head down and opened her mouth to pay homageto her husbands turgid cock.As she started sucking on it, she could see the old man intently watching her,and it gave her a thrill she had never experienced before. She was just likethat young chick in. My Master turns me so I am facing into the room and goes to answer the door. The first of his guests has arrived and before long there are several other people, men and women, milling in the room. Some of them look up at me and they start a conversation about disciplining slaves in general and me in particular. It is embarrassing to hear them talk about my behaviour, my Master has informed them why I am in disgrace, and one of them comes over to inspect the results of my beating that afternoon..