“No, no, no,” she drunkenly said, “why is it always the girls who had to put on a show?” Which is when all the girls started calling for a guy...s show. We laughed and one by one said fine, thinking it would be like doing a strip show for the ladies. So we stood up and started to dance and grind to the music that was playing. We were getting into it but the girls wanted to see more than just a few guys dance. Grace, one of the girls we usually hung with said from her lounge chair “we want to see. It was still that way last year in my senior year.As I said, I was trying to find the perfect outfit and I was home early. My English teacher was sick and they had no substitute. Since English was my last class, they let us out early. As I walked through the house, I heard the sounds of moaning coming from my parent's bedroom. I didn't think about it. I was eighteen years old. I knew what sex was although I'd never done it. I knew that it was healthy for my parents to do it and I didn't fault. .” “Is it true that he.. Master, started this whole thing.. with his daughter?” she sighed, remembering her life before this.." yes.” her voiced quivered as she thought of the day her dad changed her life. Its true, john did need more cows, he was down to only five, out of fourty slaves, and that wasn’t nearly enough. Many years ago John had sorted his sluts into 4 categories: LOVERS (Slaves meant to pleasure the Masters and only their master.. Much like a pimps number one girl.) TRAMPS (the. I had two or three responses from males which wasn’t what I was hoping. I then received a text from a male seeking someone to degrade him in front of his girlfriend. Disappointed, I despatched a rather rude and provocative message back – it read something like: Didn’t you read the content of my advert? I am looking for a female, you pathetic little worm! Surprisingly, I got a message back saying that was exactly the kind of response he wanted!! He phoned and we had a long chat. It transpired.