I climbed up immediately and took his hardening cock in my mouth, it was a beautiful cock and after having Ralph’s 10+ in me I was confident I could...handle this one! Will didn’t say much, but started to rub my head as I went up and down on his cock with my mouth, I leaned down and stroked his cock and gave his balls a good tonguing and I could tell he was fully erect at this point ... I asked him if he would fuck me and he nodded yes. As I have learned, I always keep my lube and few condoms. He was quietly sitting in his chair. As soon as he saw me I could feel his face turning red. He immediately started looking downwards to avoid eye contact with me.“Baba tea,” I said gathering some courage and putting the cup on the bedside table.He didn’t say anything but kept looking down. I no longer could withstand his silence. It was killing me. This has to end right here and right now, I told myself.I moved closer to him, sat on my knees in front of his chair to look into his eyes, but he. All the shots were taken against a blank white curtain. Potential bidders were not interested in props and sets. All they would be interested in was my body. In all the pictures, I posed absolutely nude, save for my collar.The photographer snapped his instructions in a friendly but authoritative voice, casually ordering me to assume every humiliating position a man might like to demand from a beautiful, naked girl. He made me crawl across the set, forward and backward and side to side, my back. This back entrance would become the entrance for the Day House, as they called it. The Day House was for women only. The Night House for men (women rarely traveled the streets at night). Through word of the mouths of slaves, the best information system available, Ibis slowly developed a secret clientèle of women who wanted women. Not that these women didn’t like men. Almost all of them were married Roman matrons, respectable members of the community. They saw their visits to the house, and the.