by Randy MacAnus Chapter 2 There were a number of young men who lived in the building that had either figured out, or been told, that a white freshman wearing nothing but teen running shorts, and a slave collar, was someone's bitch, and available for fucking and humiliation, when they were dressed that way. And while most of the these young men were gay tops, some were straight, but perfectly willing to degrade another guy, and get their rocks off at his expense, if they were horny enough. No one would know who this year's slut (or sluts) would be. But they would know him when they saw him in running shorts and the collar. And nothing else. They Hardcore also knew about the laundry room and the mail room, though not the schedule, which varied, in case I was enslaving more than one boy, or wanted to change things up. So I was confident the boy had more pain and humiliation coming his way this evening. “Jimmy” slowly opened the apartment door, and peeked out into the hall. It was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped out into the hall, with the laundry hamper cradled in his arms. Not yet knowing what stairwells led where, he took the elevator down to the lobby. Big mistake. He stepped out of the elevator and crossed to the building directory, to see where the laundry room was. In the basement at the back of the building. He returned to the elevator, but it had been called to another floor. Not yet knowing any alternate routes, pretty Jimmy, in his tiny purple running shorts, slit up the sides all the way to the waistband, waited for the elevator's return. When the door opened, out stepped a couple of skinny Emo nerds. They took one look at Jimmy, and cracked up laughing. Jimmy blushed crimson, right down to his toes. When Jimmy tried to get on the elevator, one of the nerds put a restraining hand indian against his chest. The other came up behind the beautiful twink, and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Jimmy's first impulse was to drop the hamper and beat the crap out of them. His second was to drop blowjob the hamper and pull up his shorts. The third was complete confusion. He wasn't sure what to do in this specific situation. But there was a hand in his chest. “I have no idea. I hated that she had to put herself through that. And you're right about the questions. “Very well, this is the first time I’ve seen blowjob her so happy and energetic. Mostly guys, but some other couples as well. As his tongue lapped at her clit she was moaning and pulling at his shirt as his obviously experienced tongue drove her to the heights of orgasm, time after time. Jackie was dressed only in a thong bikini & heels when they arrived at Marvin's apartment , teen this was part of her humiliation training . Where men young & old would stare at her wonderful rack & big fake tits.As they walked thru the apartment hallway. Yes, even with the dog cum still on her face, I could see her tears beginning to fall. She then laid the towel out on the ground. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Amelia stopped touching herself and concentrated on making her brother cum. I will admit to a little tingle in my pussy when I heard the comment about me. Let’s face it, all women want to look attractive and feel that men find them desirable. Jill picked up the pace, grinding against me and my cock. I pulled the rest of my spirit into the pearl. I realised my mistake, would she run, perhaps not to be seen again. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. "I won't She quickly dressed and stood to Hardcore leave. She beamed at me as she rubbed my futa-dick's crown against the hot folds of her virgin pussy, guiding me right to her hymen. Crying in shame and anger I tried to break free but I did not have the needed leverage. Once indian my mother got hot enough, my father pulled up to let my mother see me licking and fingering her. A purpose. I yelled. Traci took the dryer and a brush and seemed to be styling my hair as she dried it. “Did you take this picture?” Detective Savage asked as she slid it towards me. She sighed and looked down at me. “Yes!” she moaned, her breasts swaying. Did you like the ending? “It started in July. They go a little booth in the back of the cafeteria.