Her jaw trembling, Sandy watched as Craig unzipped his pants and let his large, hard cock stand proudly out from his black slacks. Her eyes widened at...the sight of it. Oh, Lord, how she wanted that. Her mouth watered. She had to taste it, suck on it, have it plunge up to her core. She started sliding a finger in and out of her pussy. “Sandy!” He reached forward. “When I give you an order, you better listen to me. Do not fuck yourself or I will be forced to have you punished.” Punished? That had. The rest of the girls did the same and downed the rest of their drinks. The next morning all of the girls were up by noon, Rebecca had been up for almost two hours, which gave her plenty of time to think about the Slutlympics that would be starting in five days. “So I've been thinking, our first challenge will be on June 1st, and I think it should be to see which of us can make a guy cum the quickest using only our hands and mouth. The winner gets six points, second place five points and so. The Priestess picked up a silver tea pot, her arm perfectly aligned into the graceful curve the girls had to practice over and over until their elbows and wrists cramped. Each movement the High Priestess made as she poured the deep amber liquid was part of the one before and the one after such that each was part of a long, smooth wave of motion. She poured the spicy scented tea into two delicate china cups without a ripple or so much as a single drop spilled. Then motioning to the cup closest. She tells Birgit and Juergen the story of me in the department store and that Franka didn't really want to be a girl either. They exchange addresses and Ellen promises to come over with the other girls.We drink a farewell prosecco with the girls, then Juergen and Birgit want to go. "There is a special slave packaging," explains the landlady when she cashed in, "otherwise she might run away sooner than you'd like!" The waitress brings two large black bags with cords to them. These are put over.