I watched in awe as Master fed me and offered me something moist to clear my cum coated throat. The camera focused on the stage and did a 360 degree p...an of the crowd. I was shocked! I was being presented to a crowd of at least one hundred Masters and their obedient sex slaves. The slaves were dressed in similar attire as me, but, they were not blindfolded. So, I was correct! This was my initiation as a true sex slave asset. As I had read on-line, often Masters wanted to remind their sex slaves. By the time all 15 were in place her feet were soaked, her tits were wet and sticky, her panties were a sticky wet mess, her legs were getting wetter and wetter. But nobody that she walked past new a thing. She was led to an empty office except for a small chair and table. There she was told to sit and complete the test in front of her. The boss watched with a huge grin as Sarah sat and clearly spiller more cum from most of her hidden condoms. Sarah wondered how she would be able to concentrate. She carefully folded the gentleman’s trousers over the top of her ironing board and vowed to give it a good lick first thing in the morning.The sight of the handsome young man still dressed in his posh finery from the waist up and totally naked from the waist down was enough to start her chain of filthy thoughts working overtime just like she always liked to do before putting her “teddy” between her legs and pumping until she found happy release.Slowly, she stripped her drab and ill-fitting. His pants were already tented out with his little boner. I pulled him close and we kissed deeply. His hard-on went straight between my legs and rubbed against my crotch. We kissed and thrust against each other until our overheated young bodies needed too much air and we had to pull apart, gasping. I reached up and pulled my shirt off in one smooth motion. Tossing it aside, I stood there looking hotly at him. He was stunned, staring wide-eyed at my jiggling boobies for the very first time. It.