I am enjoying being a sex slave too much. Before the auction I am put on public display. There is no barrier between myself and the public. They can ...look at me and touch me. I cannot prevent it and I must accept it. Often times both men and women will tell me how desirable I look and how they want to fuck me. I forgot how many times I was told I am "pretty" by both men and women. I am really enjoying the attention! The only hard part for me is when no one is watching. Then I heard a familiar. Nevertheless, I was turned on by the suggestion alone, as she held court in the girls' locker room.As a member of the stage crew, (some geek I am, right?) I had a key to the organ loft where some of the more daring of us would masturbate to the reverberations, during organ practice!You needed to have cotton in your ears, lest you go deaf, but the vibrations were the closest thing to orgasm that I knew.One afternoon, after picking out my spot, I saw these two boys sneak inside.They didn't see. “Been with many guys and with many girls. Old, young, fat, thin, black, white. I love tits and I love cock. I love, love, love your cock.” She said sliding it back into her mouth to suck more. After a while she lay back on the bed, propped up on her elbows. I kneeled down and pushed her panties to one side. I was happily surprised to see that she was smooth shaven down around her pussy, with just a little triangle above it, like an arrow pointing where to go. I looked up and wanted to. " she chanted, her voice so feverish with desire she could barely recognize it. Her real self was beginning to break through now, the primal need starting to rise through the cracks of an otherwise perfect veneer. It was plain liberation - pure and simple. Aidan relished watching her shed her skin as she stretched on the bed, thrusting her hips upwards while she moaned and begged for him to fuck her.As she neared her climax, he pulled out of her, making her growl in surprise. He made her get.