Sometimes they would miss each other by minutes. I was never really, asleep. I never really went out for sports.In fact I always spent the time spying...on her through the peep hole I had quietly made a day before her marriage to Majeed. Through it, I had witnessed my brother’s first fuck with her. And many of the fucks she had afterwards, with whoever she had called over. Through another peep hole into their bathroom, I had watched her shower, and shave her pussy.I used to masturbate as I. My friend George was playing with the breasts of a girl a bit further on and soon had his collar locked on her neck. We then proceeded to our first forum.The first was a panel on the legal aspects of servitude, how to make indentures 'appeal proof' and how to make sure you have good title to a person whose indenture you buy at auction. The leaders of this panel were a professor of commercial law and a couple of practicing attorneys. We had not been listening to this panel for more than ten. As I was going I saw some of the village women exiting their huts to see what was going on. Some smiled brightly at me. Shanor, one of the girls my age, came running out to see me. I was surprised when she threw her arms around me crying."Mother said you where dead, that the shaman had seen to your death. She said we would never see you again."I hugged her back. "Shanor, I was rescued by a great warrior. She is now our village shaman and she banished the old shaman."Shanor looked at me blankly.. There was one guy, Slave Candi, who had been kept in chastity by his mistress for a year, only let out on his Birthday every year. I wondered to myself what that would be like, I didn’t play with myself much, well before I met Miss Sammy anyhow but, I did do occasionally. To be unable to pleasure myself when I felt the urge would be hell. Just to feel the arousal and have to shake it off. I spent the whole afternoon browsing the internet. There was some stuff that shocked me, some which.