The reason for this policy is that demis are viewed as inferior to humans, little more than animals, and therefore need to be controlled. To truly get...rid of a demi, a master would need to sell them or have them put down.While demis are born into slavery and may never escape it, all humans are born free. There are different ways for a human to end up as a slave: They can be forcibly sold into slavery as a severe punishment for crimes they have committed or to cover their debts if they have. The saying ‘if looks could kill’ immediately came to mind. She walked over to us. ‘What do you need Mr Henderson?’ she asked her manager politely. ‘Mr Phoenix needs to talk to you.’ ‘But I…’ she started but was interrupt by the small plump man in front of her. ‘No questions asked.’ He told her through gritted teeth. ‘You can use my office.’ He told me in his stuttering voice again. ‘Show Mr Phoenix where it is Marie.’ Marie sighed heavily but began to walk down the corridor. I followed her. “That’s alright, Lois, I’ll handle it.” she jumped off the rail and proceeded to saddle and bridle the roan. While she was doing this, she asked to clear the corral. That left her, the roan, and Lois on her sorrel. Lois crowded the roan over to the fence. Bruce used the towel that was on the rail to blindfold the roan.“Are you sure about this, Suzy?” Bruce asked. “You don’t need to prove anything.”Lois couldn’t resist. “That’s right, lady. We sure wouldn’t want you to get hurt or anything.”With. Meet me there!” she declared, and started heaving her huge ass and bra-encased mounds towards my room, as I felt a wave of trepidation overwhelming me. “Wait!” I blurted. “You can’t go in there. My sister’s there. What if she wakes up?”Nikita stared at me as if I were a five year old. “Don’t you know your sister? I bet she won’t wake up even if you fuck her neat little pussy, you know!” and she gave her left ass cheek a horny little smack, titillating me and proceeded towards our bed. I wasted.