In Rome, knowledge could be a very dangerous thing, especially for a slave with my particular gifts. So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a m...re slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a sex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those. In one one-hundredth of a second, I thought of a hundred things I wanted to say to April.But I didn't say any of them.April was sitting against the wall in Ann's bed, wearing a t-shirt that obviously wasn't made for her, since it hugged her breasts too tightly and barely covered her navel. She had a blanket draped over her lap, and her bad ankle was resting on a pillow with what looked like an Ace bandage wrapped around it. I noticed a pile of clothing on the floor next to the bed, and I. He wanted to make sure that he did everything right, that the pet got all his shots and that they set up monthly health checks. He wanted to make sure that he looked after his new pet perfectly, wanted to make his father proud.Pulling on his leash, Timothy guided his pet into the doctor's office. "Come on, Fido," he said, his voice low and commanding. His father had told him that you had to be firm right from the start, that you had to establish yourself as alpha male or they would try and push. Me dikhne me bhi handsome hu because of good physique. Khelte khelte hum samne aa jate. and i gave seductive expression to her. Wo thoda uncomfortable type ho gayi.But I kept continue. Wo bar bar muze dekhe ja rahi thi and every time she use to notice that me usi ko dekh raha hu. Me thoda side me ja k rest karne betha.15 min bad wo bhi waha ayi aur apna mobile nikal k kuch karne lagi aur dekhte hue mere pass ayi aur phone mere hath me diya dailpad khol k. Number type karo boli. Mene chup chap.