She liked being nasty and thinking of nasty things.She liked being nasty and thinking of nasty things. "Yes, MASTER, I come very, very strongly when I think of it. But there's more." "Then tell me more, my naked little slut. Tell me all your nasty thoughts." She drained the glass before continuing, her right hand still busy beneath the water. "It isn't just one man, MASTER." She swallowed hard here, and looking at me with a very deep hungry look in her eyes asked quietly, "Can I put fingers inside?" I reached behind her and activated the drain. The water was still fairly clear, but I wanted an especially good view of her hand at work. "Drape your legs over the sides of the tub, Monica, and then you may put fingers inside." She raised her soft, beautiful legs, draping them gracefully over the sides of the bathtub, one on either side. The water was draining quickly, revealing her small but perfectly formed breasts and her rigid nipples. "Good girl. Now, tell me about these men, Monica, these men that I let take your virginity." "I don't know any of them, MASTER, and they never speak a word to me or to you. There are five of them, and all of them very handsome and virile looking. Two of them are black men and the other three are white. They are all dressed in white robes with hoods. You have rented a suite in a beautiful hotel, and they all come into our bedroom on your command, lining up at the foot of the bed and looking down at me." The water was all out of the tub now, and I had an excellent view of her wet body and the hand that was so busily rubbing her spread opened sex. "How old are you when this happens, Monica?", I asked. "I'm older than many girls are when they first have a man, MASTER, because of my strict up-bringing. I'm almost eighteen. You've seen me naked before, but these men are the first ones other than you to see me naked with my legs open wide. While they stand there quietly and watch you make me pose in different positions for them. |