Finally Saturday arrived. I was nervous about attending Elizabeth’s party. Her events were always rather eye opening to say the least.
Three of us stood there naked in front of the other participants. Our hands were cuffed behind our backs. Across the yard stood fifteen men. They were regular customers from her porn shop. Each of them drew a number from a box. That number indicated which slave would service them. As they drew, they took seats on stools to wait for their slave to suck them off.
I noticed that some of the men had hard-ons and other c***s just hung flaccid between their legs. I had the second group. Two of them were already hard.
“When I blow the whistle, your time starts,” she said. “When all five are properly serviced, and you swallow their c*m, the first round ends. Any
