“Put a collar and chain on her,“ ordered one of the three Overseers. She held a leather switch in her hand. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO... OOOOOOOOOO... YOU..... YOU... CAN’T... DDDOOOOOOOOOO... THIS TO MEEEEEEEE... NOT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Xena. She was half out of her mind. Oh surely... SURELY... they didn’t mean... SURELY they were not going to put her in that cage again... but now with naked male slaves! The iron collar was locked around Xena’s neck, a chain was attached to it. She was hauled off. She said that they'll make two runs, drop the visitors off, then come back and get me. I reluctantly agreed.Four hours had passed, and they still hadn't returned. It was now dark outside. In the mean time I had started my car, and noticed it still worked, however there was still quite some damage on the exterior. I was starting to get worried, and decided to call my aunt's house to see what's going on. Fui answered to my relief. I asked why hadn't they come back to pick me up. She replied, they. She watched as my mouth covered her stockinged toes coating them in a sheen of saliva. Her moaning increased as her release neared. A film of perspiration on her face glinted under the lights of the room. I reached down and, holding her foot, slid my hard cock between her curved instep and the sole of her shoe. The silky feel of her stocking rubbing against the head of my cock and the soft leather scraping along my shaft suddenly brought me closer to my own orgasm. My tongue licked her soft. I automatically brought the cock in my left hand to my painted lips. It was Rodney. His cock was even bigger than Turner’s. I moaned a little before engulfing it. Sliding it into my throat, where I could use the cock milker. It felt so natural. I began teasing him, licking the fat shaft that I couldn’t get my fingers around. The doorbell rang again; footsteps tromping down the stairs again. This time, I also heard the clicking of heels on the stairs. Turner had returned, bringing my wife and.