” He stopped a few feet from me and finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Come on, Sandy. You’re a middle aged divorcee who does a mediocre job in a ...isappointing career. Aren’t you tired of feeling like you’re nothing special? I can make you feel special.” Oh. My. God. I gripped the edge of the sink and squeezed so hard I thought my knuckles would break. “What makes you think you know anything about me? Or that you can talk that way about me? I’m a financial analyst for the U.S. Treasury, and I’m. The silence lasted only a few seconds, but I could feel my heart pounding and almost hear the blood thudding through my veins. Jaws dropped across the room, and then it began like a wave from the front of the room to the back.Laughter erupted like an explosion as the pathetic size of my dick registered in their brains. The women started to yell insults like "TINY!" and "PATHETIC!" at me (I didn't say they were original, did I?) and most bent double with laughter. Through all this I had. I didn’t have any hands-on experience, because that fucking bastard wanted a trained virgin. Should I have been grateful for that much? Fuck no.We arrived in Gravestead, and their contact, an older human man, purchased me for a thousand gold coins. That had come as quite a fucking shock. No wonder they were so careful with me. No wonder they spent so much time teaching me how to speak and act. Most slaves were sold for less than 25 gold. I was a fucking expensive slave. Not that it makes a. You even said it tasted nice, which I didn’t believe. And THEN we cuddled up and slept for a while. I gave her another quickie in the middle of the night when she came back from the heads. She hadn’t wiped herself and was wet and lovely and I licked her. She found that very, very erotic. “And then when we woke this morning, he gave me a couple more” She sat astride me, and, again, if she had dropped onto my erect prick, I wouldn’t have objected. I made her rub herself whilst I watched and my.