Clara's discovery

Clara was sat at the high table, her host and his most distinguished guests sat either side of her. She was wearing a beautiful green dress that she would have had to wear even if she didn't like it; it was the only item of clothing that had been given to her other than her pajamas. There wasn't even any underwear!

Her shoulders and arms were bare, the dress hugging her breasts. The material flowed all the way down to her feet, which rested comfortably in a pair of sandals. Clara's brown hair was immaculate, makeup defining her cheek bones.

Clara was enjoying the food, drinks and company. The four naked waitresses were all very pretty...and strangely familiar. Her host had handed her a remote and Clara giggled every time she sent an electric shock through one of their collars; they were all so embarrassed!

"Looks like you're having fun with that remote, Clara," her host observed. "But let me show you what else I've done to them."

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Amy padded over to Clara on bare feet when summoned, her freckled face burning with humiliation.

She sat down on the table in front of her brain washed friend as instructed and spread her legs.

"Go on. Stick some fingers in, see what happens," the man stood over the girls said.

Confused, Clara squeezed Amy's left breast for support, inserting two fingers inside her. The brunette slowly rotated her fingers, squeezing in a third and burrowing deeper.

Amy's breathing hadn't changed. The Scottish girl had a smoking hot woman with three fingers inside her pussy and a hand cupping her breast...but felt absolutely no sexual pleasure.

"Isn't that great?" The man said as Clara pulled away, her fingers dry. "Go on, Amy, you have a try."

**** to feel something, Amy dug her fingers into her pussy, but no matter how much she ravaged herself, the naked girl felt nothing. With tears in her eyes, the soaking wet girl flopped her hand uselessly onto her thigh.

"Don't cry, Amy, it's not all bad news. Martha? Come here!"

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Martha wanted to die of embarrassment as she stepped up onto the dais. Everyone was looking at her in expectation...what was going on?

The black girl stepped up in front of Amy, so close the pale, heaving breasts brushed against her own. For the Scottish girl's heart rate had suddenly spiked, her bare feet trembling in anticipation and her eyes wide.

Kneeling down, Martha spread Amy's legs and bowed her head.

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Clara watched fascinated as Martha's tongue explored Amy's nether regions. The girls could pleasure themselves...they could only get that from each other.

Amy threw her head back, perspiration beading on her skin, fingers gripping Martha's black hair. She tensed up, eyes wide...and Martha was pulled away.

"No!" Amy cried out, eyes watering in frustration. Clara could feel her sexual denial...was it possible for someone to be more attractive?!

"Back to work, both of you." As Amy and Martha padded away, her host turned to Clara, who's chest was heaving and breathing was light. "I'll let you take one to bed tonight," he whispered in her ear. "They'll be yours to play with."

"But just one."

"So choose carefully."