There were no sex slaves at the institute.Afterward Nadia told me that all slaves here were sex slaves.Master tried to explain a little, but I felt re...lly dumb for not knowing and I didn’t dare to ask any questions. I just nodded and pretend to get it. This is what I understood:A sex slave is a slave who’s primary focus is the physical comfort and enjoyment of her master. This can be achieved by washing or massaging him, but above all it’s about the comfort and enjoyment of one specific body. “Let’s have a look at you,” she said as she unbuttoned her top and tossed it behind her. “Come on, show me your pussy.”Dan looked shyly at her. He could feel his knickers were already wet. She could probably see the wetness on them as he lay there with his legs open. Slowly, he obeyed her. With one hand he slipped a couple of fingers under the fabric of his panties and pulled them to one side, showing Lucy his glistening snatch.“Ohhh, wow, you’ve got a very fuckable looking fanny.” And the more. I'm not sure who else, as her apartment isn't all that large. I guess we'll find out together."Naomi laughed again. "You don't know what's going on and you're not in complete control? That's a first!" That's exactly how I feel around her, Kid: out of control. And you're right; it is very unusual."When Wednesday came, I was champing at the bit, pacing until the delivery man showed up. He had the pictures for Diamond's group and I quickly got them framed. I used a unique frame I had concocted. After a couple of hours, I was getting aggravated because of the traffic, the lack of parking, and the fact the I couldn't find one specific gift. Suddenly I found myself not just horny, but getting moody too. By the time I left, I was frustrated and stressed out. I had to be at work in just under three hours, and couldn't go in this kind of mood. Normally when I feel like this, I go home and masturbate. I knew that it wouldn't work today. I was too horny, and too frustrated to do that. I.