I could see a small wet spot right over her slit, but nothing else seemed to be coming out. Her leotard was firmly holding it all in. Looking Lauren o...er I could clearly tell her belly was slightly swollen, just enough to stretch the leotard nicely around her middle. I leant forward and put my ear to her belly, then using my hand I gently rested it on her tummy and giggled it around. I was instantly turned on again at the sound of my semen splashing around in her womb while my baby making seed. And occasionally it led to something a little more intimate. Most women appreciate a compliment on their figure and some even became horny. I wished it would happen to this one, but I wasn't expecting much.I roved the store looking for the items on my list, keeping an eye out for the Butt Babe... and every other woman in the place. Still I was disappointed that I didn't see her again, that is until I was heading to the checkouts. There she was, turning into the aisle ahead of me, looking at. “Anything, sir, I shall do anything”. I did not mean to say but I have no clue, why those words came out of my mouth. “What do you mean, anything”. Mr. Levy was still soar.“Sir, I shall wash your car every day for the whole year, I shall come to your home and mow your lawn for the coming season, if I knew where you lived. I shall even carry your bags when you come to school or even when you leave”. I was literally begging. “Hmm, anything”. He probed. I could not read any special expressions on. A red trio of loops. "The Slave Sigil." A permanent form of evidence that shows you where once a slave, even if one was to escape their slave leathers.Finally after a long time the stains lifted from the sheets and flowed down the river. Alicia picked up the sheets and forced them into a straw basket so they where easy to carry. She begun her journey through the quaint village to her masters home. Arnol Botley owned her. He was young for a lord, only 32 years of age. His father had died several.