I know the sight was amazing for Mia, because I saw her glance over at me and my pussy every now and then. It didn’t bother me, I knew she had a thi...g for camel toes. The denim began to rub my clit. Mmm… it was driving me crazy! I started breathing a little heavier, but tried hiding it from Mia. My hips were grinding against the horse, and my legs were shaking as I got closer to my climax. The horse picked up speed, which just made my jeans rub my clit even more, I lowered my head and grinded. Her Majesty finally graces us with her presence.”Now standing above me was a short girl wearing glasses and dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, her brunette hair falling just past her shoulders.“What the fuck bitch!” I screamed at her. Her mouth began to contort into a mean little smile.“What did you just call me you little Slut?” The way she said it. “How dare you, you worthless little… who’s your Owner.”“Nobody owns me.”“Good, that makes this simpler.” She slapped me hard, knocking me to the. If she came back, she might need it.As he came downstairs, the phone rang. He walked behind the counter and pressed the 'TALK' button."Target Club," he said."Hi, lover-boy," a soft, sexy, familiar voice spoke out of the speaker box, "Is Béla there? Hey, it sounds pretty quiet. Are you open?" No. Tanya?" Frank said, wondering what to tell her. "We're closed for renovations. Béla isn't here." Oh, sorry," the voice in the speaker box said, "I thought she lived there." Well, she's, um, she's on. Everyone had an envelop under their chair which had the number of their turn (to fuck me). The person one number ahead could be asked to help with my bonds and with the permissions of that number, could use my mouth. The person whose turn it was, was only allowed to fuck me.Then Adam said it was time to get this show under way.... who is Number One?The guys in front of me, the ones that I could see, reached under their chairs and pulled out their envelopes. They were all shaking their heads,.