I walked through a heavey oak door into teh small room in the back. it was dimmly lit and had a king size bed in teh middle with couches aroudn teh ou...side with wicker baskets filed with cindoms. i knew the barteder was right behind me so i turned and droped to my knees and swolwed his exsposed cock, he cam very quickly and then said u ready i giggled stiped quickly and jumped up on bed with my ass facing the door. it was a few moments beofr i felt the first cock push into my ass, it was small. "How much money do you charge for Sweetness?" Money! Money! There's no fucking use for fucking money here. What you gonna do with it? Clean your arse with it? No, all you'll get is food, candles, clothes if you want them, that kind of thing. But with fucking Buttercup you'll wipe up." Food, candles and clothes!" gasped Tracey. "That doesn't sound like it's fucking worth it!" Well, what do you fucking expect, dearie?" Joy sneered. "Cigarettes, booze and televisions? There's no fucking. It was his voice that graced her ear asking if she could last five more minutes in that scene. She could not be certain if it had been his hands that had teased her endlessly, but it was his encouragement she wished to hear, his praise. She shook her head wondering when she had lost all logical thinking. The answer to her meditation danced across the light breeze blowing in through the windows: when she saw Mr. Leif in Sir Glen’s chambers. She sat up looking down the novice hall bathed in faint. With this calibre of client we’d just throw that in as part of the package, of course. This acquisition was a little out of the ordinary, though, and it seems pretty likely from her after-the-fact behaviour that this must have been her first time being sodomized - at a minimum, we certainly could have marketed her on that basis. Realistically we could have gotten double the usual rate or more, had I thought of it. It’s such a rare situation that it just didn’t cross my mind. Lesson learned.