Sure, it sounds disrespectful for a slave to make a joke about their master's needs, but we would make sure they heard it. It would reliably drive the... harder to try to break us, which was what they really needed: to feel power. They had somewhere had so much power stripped from them that the only way they could get it back was to strip it from someone else. Rip it from someone else.Not this guy. He didn't have a need for power. He had a need for a connection to another human being that he had. Educational."Justine's sister and Becky started giggling."Yeah. When they get to France they can learn more about kissing!" Jessie! I swear I'm going to strangle you!" Justine said. She squeezed my dick really hard and I almost yelped."Girls, we have guests," Mr. Wilson said, then stood up. "That settles it on the trip, then. I'll give Ray a tour of the wine cellar and we'll pick out a dessert wine to go with that pie."As my dad jumped up to follow Mr. Wilson, I extracted Justine's hand from my. For a moment, she longed for the heat of D’arwyn’s red sun instead of Vylun’s cooler brightness. For a moment more, she wished she had stayed on D’arwyn itself.Then, her thoughts broke at what she would have had to have put up with if she had stayed. How was it different, putting up with the base, disgusting desires of Marcin tuk’Cura or the lusts of men and beasts which was to be her punishment for her heinous crimes? Either would break her. Either would lessen her. Either would crush her. I was trying to scream and struggle, but the drug was too strong. I was totally helpless, and I wasn’t able to resist, but I could feel him rubbing his cock on me.”Marie was silent as she listened to what her daughter was telling her. The thought that was running through her mind was whether Jane was aware of what she had done with the two men in the bedroom. However, Jane soon continued, and it was obvious that she had not seen or heard what Marie had volunteered to do.“Suddenly I felt the man.