He sat on chair and I on my bed keeping my legs closed. He opened his book and asked a few questions what I answered.Finally he asked a mathematics qu...stion. I told him what steps were required and how to solve the exercise. I said “you solve at your own and I also solve it, give me my pen from computer table.” How he could find the pen that I placed in the ward robe drawer. I stood up, looked for the pen here and there and finally reached to the lowest drawer. I bowed down, as per plan for. In much the same way that repeated viewings of extreme horrormovies might desensitise someone from celluloid violence, I slowly cameto accept the presence of slaves as normal, especially since everyonearound me thought that way, to the point where I often didn't even payattention to the slaves as they toiled around the estate belonging toKurgus. I suppose I was desensitised in the same way that back on EarthI was desensitised to the East European and Asian workers who scrubbedand cleaned houses. Jordan said the chances he could knock me up today were 33%. I dismissed the 4% chance on Monday as inconsequential. Tuesday’s 7% chance? No big deal. Yesterday’s 22%. That was real and a little scary. 33% today? We were playing with fire now. Jordan HAD to pull out instead of cumming in me today – something we’d never accomplished before.I reached down and squeezed Jordan’s big dick through his shorts as he suckled and caressed my tits. I tried to pull Jordan’s shorts down but only managed to. ”“Going on tour must be very difficult to sustain relationships, have you ever had a relationship break up because of it?”“Not break up as such but it is hard to keep a relationship going. Every guy that I date has to know that I do a lot of touring and so they bear that in mind before a relationship. But it does get very lonely, occasionally, not just for them but for me too.”“So does that mean, there’s an awful lot of masturbation on your tour bus?”“Oh yeah, totally. I pretty much masturbate.