“And with the wise words from Mr. Omond, echoed by his fellow ambassadors, I think we have a clear indication in which way the vote is going to go. ...ut, before we reveal the result, we have a couple more guests to hear from.” Giulia turned and walked over to a young man who sat in one of the five studio chairs. On her way over, the camera captured her curvaceous behind and the way she sensually swayed her hips.“Buongiorno, Pietro.” Giulia greeted the shy nineteen-year-old that she had met for a. Slave number 3 used to be called Tommy. Now it seems absurd to think of having a name. He isn’t human any more. He looks into the sad eyes of the muscular black slave opposite him, the number 7 etched in his shaved body, legs apart and penis on display. The youngster doesn’t even have a name, and Tommy never has the opportunity to discuss his past, and what made him into a slave player. Speaking is for human beings, not slaves. The permanent mouth guard welded around his teeth prevents. He agreed to just sit there with Scott and wait a while, then pretend they did it."Don't worry about k**, we'll just let your braver friends have their adventure and we'll just sit here." That kind of Scott's feeling, but he figured it hurt less then what the rest of group was doing.They chatted politely for few minutes until they were interrupted by the wailing screams and loud sex sounds in the next room. Scott even recognized the voice. It was his brother's friend Aaron, the last guy you'd. ‘Please, Pablo … please let me take a shower first. I want to be all clean and fresh for you. I know! Let’s shower together! Please Pablo! Please shower with me!’ The man frowned and shook his head slightly. ‘You could scrub my back for me!’ Cindy rushed on. ‘Please? Of course, you could scrub my front, too, if you want. When my breasts get all soapy and slippery, they’re … uh … whoops!’ And her hand let go of the towel, exposing her entire body. Pablo staggered back a step, and he bent to.