Mr. Crassle guides you out of the room

You don’t respond but he doesn’t seem to want or expect you to as he guides you through the door and into the hall. He pulls you close to him with a hand resting on your ass, guiding you along. He leads you down the stairs and back into the lounge not talking to you or acknowledging you in any way other than his hand resting on your ass, occasionally giving it a squeeze.

In the lounge you feel a lot of peoples gaze on your naked body, but once they have given you a once over most of them just returns to what they were doing, you guess that a naked woman on a leash is not that unusual in this house. Over the next ten or so minutes Mr. Crassle engages in conversations with several people in the room, blatantly showing off his toy for the evening. He tells them how much of a slut you are and let them feel you up and pinch you ass and nipples, while the hands of both men and woman nearby occasionally fondles her body.

The stares and the groping have your pussy almost dripping from excitement. As you glance around the room and you see a rugged stocky middle aged man blatantly staring you down, you return his stare and he just grins at you and you divert your gaze feeling a rush of excitement from how the guy stare so obviously at you. Pretending to look around the room you occasionally look back at the man, who is still looking at you, making you even more excited.

You make eye contact with Sara engaged in conversation on the other side of the room. She smiles at you as if wanting to check if you’re okay in your current predicament, you return her smile affirmative and she chuckles a bit as if to say ‘I warned you’.

“Hugh! Where have you been hiding this broad?” you feel a large hand grabbing onto your other ass cheek hard. Startled you turn your head seeing the man who stared now standing next to you.

“Hey Chuck!” Mr. Crassle turns to the man, Chuck apparently, “Why this young thing has just recently reached the legal age… and we can’t have you corrupting her so soon into her adulthood.” Mr. Crassle pulls you close so you body faces Chuck and he takes advantage of this by groping your breast squeezing them so hard your face twists in pain.

“Well you seem to be doing your part…” he responds moving his hand from your tender breast to the collar around your neck.

“Hey I’m just obliging to her needs!” he laughs, “Aint that right honey?” he ask pinching your ass as if to signal to you to respond.

“Uhm… yes sir!” you answer as enthusiastically as you can muster.

“Hehe… well, aren’t you an obedient young girl” the man chuckles.

“Yes, she’s a very good girl…” Mr. Crassle says as he strokes your back, and you feel a weird sense of pride. “Now I haven’t probably introduced the two of you!” he continues, “Mr. Venice, this is Joy; the cream of the crop of all the pussy in this house tonight!”

Again you feel that weird sense of pride knowing that Mr. Crassle sees you as a good slut. The two men then engage in conversation, all the while two sets of hands roam your body. You don’t keep track of their conversation, your entire body tingling with excitement and your eyes roaming the lounge seeing half naked men and woman engaging in conversation or light play, a steady stream of people leaving the room to explore the house.

When you return your attention to the two middle-aged men fondling you catch on to them talking about how Mr. Crassle hasn’t been to Mr. Venice’s club in a while. So he’s a clubowner you think… but before you can learn more about him they turn their attention to you.

“So… how about we move to more… exciting… part of the club?” Mr. Venice asks looking at you, but you get the sense that he expects Mr. Crassle to reply.