" In the main hallway of the building, Morgan, we passed a classroom full of slaves taking some sort of written test. What is that all about?" We are ...equired, under the "Kinder and Gentler Slavery" law, to administer tests once/month to all our slaves. These test the slaves mental and emotional state as well as include physical and medical exams where we inspect for and document any bruises, cuts or injuries as well as any evidence of malnutrition. Any decline in a slave's weight or mental,. Like you said, at this point, what difference does it make? She won't what?" All right. Well, she just doesn't ... have any needs, for one thing. And she doesn't ... well, she doesn't care in the least about mine, either. Same as you ... sexually, I mean." Have you talked to her about it?" Mom, are you kidding? For years I've talked to her about it." For years? Tim, you haven't even been married five years." Well, that's more or less the size of it, Mom." Are you kidding me? It was always like. My cock was throbbing from being so close to them. Shuba started to breathe more evenly. I thought she was sleeping, but even then I knew she must have felt the sexual tension. I was almost delirious with pleasure and excitement lying next to an older woman who I thought was so sexy. As Shuba continued to breathe evenly, I began to move my finger absently across her nipple as if I was twitching in my sleep. I don’t think I imagined it but she paused a moment as I did and I sensed her breathing. She has firm breasts of 34D, 30 waist and nice 34/35 bubbly ass. She is too fair and has a mole on her left cheek. Imagine guys how I would have felt seeing her so closely for the first time. :) The moment I saw her, I felt why I didn’t meet her long back and I was not able to resist myself to hug her, but I wanted to keep it slow as I could sense her fear on her face.We went inside the hotel room, I poured water for her and made her sit comfortably on the couch. We started talking and I asked.