?That’s why we belong to this group. We all find it exciting to either be a slave or own a slave and this gives us a chance to share ideas and expe...iences.? His finger started gliding over Anna’s labia and he discovered that she was already quite aroused. He wondered how long she had been this damp.?I think that the experience is actually liberating for a slave,? he continued. ?The slave makes a single decision to grant ownership of her body to another. After that, the slave is released. We have an arrangement concerning others. We’re both far too slutty to be faithful, I must confess. She’s a better fit than Christine in so many different ways, aren’t you darling? A good thing, as I’d miss her sweet Punjabi arse for sure,” I elaborated, making the new lady go from disappointed to relieved just like that.“Nina Kaur, incidentally. And yes, we have such a pact between us, though I maintain that he’s still my King and I’m his princess. I belong to him first and would much rather. It took almost half an hour and my ass and mythighs were ruined. I was sobbing endlessly. My body was wet. On my chest, snotand saliva glistered. I was half-dead of the pain. When I recovered a bitSamir was standing in front of me. "Well done, well done. You are awake. Surprising!" He took a watering can from the ground andwalked behind me."Before I washyour ass with this, I want you to say to your master how much you sorry."I looked up. I couldbarely look through my tears. "Master, I'm so. Now let me tell you about how I used to know her. I used to stay with my wife in Bangalore and she was around 3 lane ahead of me.It was my daily routine to go on bakery to have smoke at-least twice in a day and she also used to come there once or twice to buy cigrates. One fine day when I reached their bakery shop was closed and was thinking to move little ahead with my bike and I saw that girl came with bit confused face. I just said “bakery is closed, no cigrates here”. Immediately I offered.