“Don’t get in the way. I need to fully prepare my canvas for tomorrow’s painting. People just don’t realize how much work it is to prepare a s...rface like this. It’s not enough for it to be clean. It needs to be stimulated so it is receptive. And I need to be completely familiar with what I am going to paint. I need to touch it—all of it. I need to see how it responds.” As I continued to whisper all about how she was simply my canvas and I needed to prepare her, I touched her all over. I rubbed. "When you’ve had enough let me know." Then carefully applied a two strips of duct tape over her cunt, keeping the probe in place. At the same time, Morgan was placing a wide leather strap between her teeth and fastening it tightly at the back of her head. "That’ll protect your teeth and tongue." Harris said as though discussing the weather. "We wouldn’t want you biting your tongue off or cracking any teeth. That wouldn’t sell well either."Carla screamed out something unintelligible and shook. She then starts to ride me Reverse Cowgirl Style. “Sis this is so wrong for one we’re related, and for another I really don’t want to cheat on my girlfriend.”“Oh are you talking about that bitch Sara?” what you don’t like her I ask confused? “Nope she’s such a bitch,” she says as she starts to bounce up and down on my cock.“So Roy tell me has your girlfriend ever fucked you like this?” No I say but she still loves me.” “If she really loved you she’d do this she” answered back.” and she started. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice.