.. and his disgusting Penis. We are his sluts. He decides who rows and how long she rows. He decides who rests, who eats, who drinks and who dies. Yes... the Overseer decides which of us is useful and will stay alive and who won’t. He also decides which of us he will use to empty his great ox’s testicles and calm his sadistic instincts for one night. We are his whores and oars, his amusement, his little toys. CRRRRRRRRAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK! “—AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”God! It was the young girl who. " Alana said as she became aroused.He offered his wrist, wiped the skin with a cloth, and put a dollop of chocolate mint honey on his wrist. Alana then noticed how turned on he was as his growing bulge couldn't be hidden for long. She put her hand on his hip as she lowered herself to his arm.She slowly licked the honey from his wrist. He moaned as he felt her lips on his skin. Alana took advantage and began to suck the honey from his arm. He started rubbing her hair. She looked up at his baby. She reeled me in."We had our first substantial conversation. During it we let our bodies touch. We walked to the punchbowl and I watched her pour the spiked punch down her throat. She complained about the noise of the party, though it wasn't very loud. I followed her up the stairs of the huge house, the CEO's house, ostentatious as hell. She almost fell into the first room we came to, but I stopped her. I didn't know whether she knew of her husband's philandering, and didn't want a. Once I stepped in, she proposed me to give her a hand at the ground floor. She wished to have it cleaned and to dispose of some trash but I could take home some stuff which she gave me to keep. My answer was to get down there, so did she. Nothing there would call my attention, for there was nothing strange in this place, but as she turned on the lights I could see better and I couldn't help noticing a king size bed, already assembled, but tried to ignore it. She started a chat about making.