He was sure that no boy had ever been where his hand was now. He was rubbing her, rubbing her ass cheeks. She trembled each time his hand slid to the ...ide and touched naked flesh. God, she couldn’t stand this, wanting him to fuck her, to take her and make her his. “Pull up your skirt in back so I can see what I am feeling.” He had both hands under her skirt, caressing her hot ass as her muscles contracted uncontrollably beneath his palms.She leaned back, pulling up her skirt and tucking it into. Demis are commonly bred by professional breeders before being sold to their new masters on slave markets. They can never truly be free, as even when their master sets them “free”, the master is still legally responsible for the slave and may punish them as he sees fit. Therefore, for a master to set a slave free, not only has the master to be a very benevolent one, but he also needs to trust his slave not to cause any trouble for him, which is why there aren’t many free demis, although they do. Jennie and Amanda were still standing with me. We tried to talk for a little while, but where we stood, the music was too loud for a decent conversation. The only thing I found out though, was that Jennie was thirty-three years old and her sister, Amanda, was twenty-nine years old. Both of them worked as secretaries but not at the same company. They lived together and had no real boyfriends ... yet. When I told Jennie that I was nineteen, almost twenty, she got a naughty smile on her. Then she felt Laura’s cheek pressing against her breasts, and her tears moistening them. She lay still for a moment, feeling her nipples hardening. ?We can’t stay that way forever. I have to pull myself out if I were to help you,? Allison said with calm voice. ?Ok,? Laura nodded and gritted her teeth as the pain intensified. ?Both your legs are broken, ha! Let us see what we can do. At first, I think you should apologize for your behavior,? Allison said and lifted her head to look at.