First, words. Sluzhanka means servant. That is appropriate for consensual games, I suppose." She looks as one who is genuinely considering the point; ...s though she had not reflected on the matter before. Then she puts the thought to one side as interesting but in the context of now, irrelevant. "But this is not a consensual game anymore. This is reality. Reality needs the real word. The real word in Russian for a female slave is Rabinya. You are now rabinya." The word is bluntly spat out. It. I replied yes and she left the room.I got to work on the motor. My tools were out and I started dismantling the casing when she arrived back. I noticed that another button had opened on her tunic also. That made three and now showed some cleavage. Leaning forward to hand me my coffee, I then gathered she had opened the tunic just for my deliberately."I hope you like it.......and the coffee!" she stated looking at me then looking down towards her open tunic. By now i had hardened up too."Oh. There was about 15 minutes left of the first half of the football match left to watch so she sits next to me and we start talking, we don't usually talk much but we have always gotten on well and as you can tell from the earlier part of this story i've always wanted to fuck her. anyway she says she needs to do another 30 minutes on the treadmill because she is training for a marathon soon and she says i am welcome to come join her in the gym room to keep her company while she runs, i agree of. ..? what...?” Casey laughed hysterically and started jacking off. “I what?... you think I never fucked her! Last night bro, about ten fucking minutes after you left I was dry humping her on my leather sofa slobbering on her fine fucking titties...” “Please, Casey, don’t...” Amy came quickly to the bed and tried to grab the phone out of Casey’s hand. Casey was faster though; grabbing her wrist and pulling her down onto the bed next to him. “Casey,” Amy begged, “Casey, you don’t have to!”.