”“What are you saying?” Sven asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. I could see the anger trembling through his body, but he controlled it as he ...troked Greta's tear-stained cheeks.“Th-that she has a strong desire to... to sleep with him,” Greta said. “To be bred by him. That's why she fled him. Because she couldn't fight it any longer. She was afraid she would be lost to her desire for him. That she would never escape it.”“She's had... sex with him?” Sven asked, his voice growing flat. I. I had no time except to use a finger and brush my teeth, I called for a cab, and if everything went to plane I should arrive as planned.I waited anxiously for my cab one of the room doors opened and out walked a young man, in his teens completely naked and sporting an erection, 'Good Morning', I said, suddenly realizing how much I missing sleeping with one of them. He smiled back sheepishly as his cock bounced as he walked, how I wished I was on the end of one right now, I suddenly realized I. Before theslave, harsh stage lights bathed her bluish white skin in stark lighting,illuminating her for the closed circuit television cameras that were recordingher sacrifice, and sending it to the two hundred or so well heeled subscriberswho had each paid a quarter of a million dollars to witness first hand hersuffering and execution. Monitors faced the dying slave, allowing her towitness all the gory details of her agonizing death.? ?? As Richard watchedthe life slowly ebbing from her, He. Then there was a hard pressure between my balls andmy asshole, pressure and movement. Every movementtranslated to my penis in some weird way, and Ifelt pre-ejaculatory fluid begin to run through anddrip from my penis. The pressure relented and Iheard her pen scratching as she wrote. I could see nothing but the cloth of the gownhanging from my armpits.I heard a snap like a bottle cap, then somethingcool was against my anus.Something cool and slippery was sliding around myanus, rimming.