The slave is the lowest order. Naked at ALL times. Sold to a country in which keeping naked slaves is not only acceptable, but a symbol of wealth and ...tatus. Once a slave in this country-there is no turning back as a slave has NO rights ... no right to speak, no right to ask to speak. No right to food or water other than sustenance. The Owner is a harsh one. Slave only receives the food in a slurry, and must drink all water from a dildo, in the main living hall that also has a cage for bondage. Lee’s bedroom door faced the door of the bathroom with the shower cubical straight in front. He knew that if she didn’t shut the door he could watch her in the shower. Eve headed into the shower knowing full well Lee would be watching her. She made sure the door was left wide upon providing an unobscured view of the shower for Lee. She loved the way he looked at her and more than anything loved to show him her ass. Although she had only shaved the day before Eve thought she would give him a bit. It’s a shallow cut, you lacked the courage to make it deep, but drops of blood drip onto the flowers. Hopefully it’s enough.You look back to the spellbook. It shows a diagram of the ritual, which you have recreated perfectly. Below the picture is a Latin phrase. Of course it’s Latin you think to yourself. The final step is easy, simply say the phrase.Unsure of what will happen next you utter: Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.At first, nothing. I must’ve done something wrong. You look back to the. Let me help you with your things.”I relinquished my bag and followed this mountain of a man to a black Lincoln Towncar. I started to feel guilty about thinking that this was some sleazy operation and realized that Lily went all out for her girls. Gerald began to open the door but it suddenly swung out, being pushed by my new “co-worker”.“Hey! You must be Emily. I’m Gwen. Come on in girl and let’s have a drink.”“You spill that on my seats Gwen and it‘s your ass.” Gerald’s voice boomed.I took.