The past days have been a nightmare, one that she can’t awaken from. Not allowed to sleep, drugged, barely fed, daily discipline sessions, the phys...ical and mental anguish have been overwhelming. Now, she finds herself delivered as ?property? to this man, this place. ?Okay Jessica? Let me welcome you my Chateau? Where your real training begins? And ends.? He addresses her as he steps in front of her naked body. ?You’ve had a long trip? I know you’re tired? But? Looking at your. Slowly, my finger slid in as sucked lightly on her clit. Her breathing quickened as my finger circled her nipple slowly. I took her pebbled nipple between my finger and thumb, playing gently with it. I nibbled tenderly on her clit. As I did she let out a very quiet scream. I slid another finger into her, sliding them in and out slowly, circling my fingertips slightly. Another moan, her breathing got shallow and quickened again. My other hand slid across her chest and I began to play with her. The problem is that the shape looks fake. It’s too rounded and too perfectly shaped. Any guy should be able to tell you’re wearing falsies. I didn’t mind at all that guys could see the shape of my tits under my shirts and could usually see my hard nipples poking out. They stayed pretty hard all day from rubbing on the inside of my shirt as I walked the halls. And with a slight jiggle to them as I walked, I think the boys enjoyed looking at my chest. That’s certainly a lot better than. I had met Charlie and was lead to the boat house and told to conceal myself in a corner and when I heard the phrase ...is there any fuck birds in here...I was to come out and do what ever I was asked. Of course Charlie had to sample the goods first. After Charlie was satisfied he left, I didn't have long to wait...I could plainly see a guy in his early twenties come in and stop in the middle of the floor. He looked around and said just loud enough '...is there any fuck birds in here...' I rose.