” It was almost my undoing. I want to be used by her; used for her pleasure. The idea sends a pulse through me and I shove my fingers deep inside my...leaking cunt. I watch my body writhing and my perky breasts bouncing up and down as I fuck myself.My vision blurs as I envision her forcing me on my knees holding my head against her warm pussy, making me take it. Not that I need the encouragement, I am past the point of saying no. Right now, I’m her good little slut. Her hips buck, shoving her. So I nodded to Valerie and told her meekly that I hadn't forgotten, andthen I hurried away to make sure that everything was in readiness forJamal's arrival... and for what would follow.He got there ten minutes later. I was in the living room straighteningthe pillows on the sofa and making sure Jamal's hassock was just wherehe liked it to be when he put his feet up on it. Valerie whiskedthrough the room and I noticed that she had added several pieces offlashy jewelry, including big hoop. ‘Not young and not old. Almost the Earl of Kent’s age in _King Lear_’ My Shakespeare was rusty and Penny looked lost, so Pearl continued from memory: ‘Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, nor so old to dote on her for any thing: I have years on my back forty eight.’ Opal brought in a tray with appetizers and pots of coffee and tea, setting it down on the study’s sideboard, and giving me a solemn look before she left. Penny nervously took a plate and loaded it, Pearl remained at her. They would go back to stock and sold at a low price, if anyone would be interested in them. Otherwise they would suffer the fate that all sex slaves fear: They would be freed. Now I am getting worried. The auctioneer is terrible. Those boys should have gone for a good price. I am worried because I am average average. I have average height, weight and dick size. I do have blond hair, but this group has 4 blonds in it, so I average there. What can I do? The next slave was the oriental boy. He is.