Clover was a fifth-generation Vestal slave, bred over five generations by the temple of Vesta for house service. Even though they weren't bred for it ...pecifically, many Vestals spent some part of their service in their master's beds."I hardly get to spend any time here," Clover said from deep inside the closet. She emerged holding a hanger with a simple tunic hanging from it. "Citizen Corvus has been very enthusiastic about keeping me in his bed."She said it proudly. With some girls, that would. He had the numbers in line and, like many Wharton MBA's he knew his stuff forwards and backwards. Many times he saw the shock and admiration in his audience's eyes as he answered their questions. One of the men from the company issuing the bonds was a sharpshooter. Roger could see his anger seething below the surface as he turned aside his verbal jabs or his answers made him look bad. Roger felt his presentation went well and from the way his boss looked so did he. Finally everyone agreed on. You ache for him. You’re getting hot, dripping hot. Your cunnie is growing wet, sooo wet. You want his dick inside you. You want to hold it and lick it and suck his balls until his prick gets hot and hard, filled with his blood, then massage it with hand cream until he spews his spunk all over your face… and you’ll love it, when he does, because from now to any man you’re with you’re a cum dump. Austin’s easy lay. The girl who’ll do anything to please a man and this biker who just walked into. "Hi would you mind if I sat with you I'm waiting for a friend but he seems to be late and that guy keeps bothering me." Suzie said creating a good cover story for her coming to our table. I agreed quickly and Gail nodded shyly. She looked really sexy dressed in a short black dress with nylon clad legs and high heels, her blond hair swept back over her shoulders. Suzie was a couple of dress sizes smaller than Gail with a very shapely figure and a small firm breasts which were a lovely contrast.