.. Um go?" Jeanette asked."Ah the bathroom. Yes, that is an excellent question. As far as I know you aren't restricted right now, so come with me." Mi...stress Carla said.Jeanette followed the Mistress and was shown a door. "This is a slave bathroom. You'll find that both men and women use it, quickly. Your room is two doors down that way on the left. Slave L may be in there." Mistress Carla said. "Use the bathroom, and I'll trust you to return to your room quickly without my supervision."Jeanette. She's always tried to maintain the image of herself as very proper and classy, not at all slutty, but she'd always harbored perverted fantasies. Why were these now breaking into her dreams?She had mediocre, okay sex with her boyfriend, Phil, who she'd met at art school, the school she still attended. He was polite and very much believed in feminism and was not at all sexist. He always said all the right things. He always asked her what she wanted and if he was hurting her. He was terribly eager. You keep me down, moving yourself quick and rough, telling me how damn good this feels. I take off my underwears and start to finger myself because I just can't stop the urge to feel something inside my pussy. You notice this and pull me off your dick. My saliva a heavy coat on your cock, you pick me up and set me on top of you, sliding right in. In that moment, I'm blinded. It felt so good, your head pushing its way up me, reaching what feels like the end of me where the pain begins. I start. My dad kind of raised up a bit and I saw he had a massive hard on pushing on his shorts, dad reached down and kind of grabbed his cock and looked at Lisa and said " Now there an true slut. " I looked at my dad kind of gave him a wink and I went over beside Lisa and I took her other tit into my hand and brought it up to my face where I kissed, licked and sucked on her big tit. Lisa stopped sucking her own tit as I worked by way up her breast till her and I was locked in a passionate kiss. A.