"The Master of the slave who has the most points at the end of the evening will win an all expense paid trip for two to Fiji, including a rental car, ...enthouse suit and one thousand dollars in spending money."The crowd quieted listening with anticipation to hear the names of the slaves who would compete."The first competitor will be Sir Mathew's slave Rayanne"Sir Mathew stood and ushered his young female slave to the stage. Visibly shaken by the news she would be competing, her face changed to. That of course is what they enjoyed. The Korean boy was being taught that pain and sex were one and the same, that he must learn to accept whatever pain one of his masters might want to inflict upon him. Masters was the correct word, for the young Korean teen had been taught that he was nothing but a sexual toy for any and every male who wanted him. He was forbidden to ever refuse sex with any male, and he was to do whatever the sex partner wanted, no matter how sick or perverted. In fact in. “Tell me you want it and I’ll slide right down on your big…hard cock.” Lauren knew his competitive side would make him want to wait her out, but she figured she might have the edge on him this time. “I never had you pegged as a dirty fighter.” She lifted herself off him just far enough so that she had room to slip her hand between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his cock. She felt her own dampness along the shaft and his pooling on the head. Her thumb swirled over the tip and she sent. Twenty minutes or so later I was making my way to the main highway through the deep snow on the deserted streets.The plows and salt trucks were out on the highway with a line of vehicles backed up behind them moving along at an extremely frustrating 20 mph in the near blinding snowstorm. After about an hour I made it to the exit I usually take and quite cautiously crept down the icy, snow covered ramp to the two-lane county highway that gets me most of the way home. The plows hadn’t been there.