That sort of devotion is why very few slaves ever chose willingly to leave their masters or the Club." He paused, getting back to his original point. ...So the actual number of slaves remains relatively small. Add to that the fact that not every slave is brought to every Club meeting. They serve the Club on a rotating basis. You and Sabrina, for instance, will not be serving the club again for at least a month or so. All those factors mean that some fifteen to twenty slaves will be serving the. That evening I waited for her to get her drink ready before she went up to bed, then took the opportunity to pop two of the tablets into her drink, whilst she was having her shower which she always took just before going to bed.“I’m going up to bed now John” She said as she took her glass of milk upstairs with her. “Don’t be long in coming up now” “I won’t” I replied. Janet; my so called Auntie, always slept with the bedroom door slightly open, which was very good for me because I would be able. It was the best cum I had ever tasted, and I wanted more, lots more. Then I felt a jerk that knocked me back to reality. Shit. Sorry, forgot that they installed a new speed bump there. Haha no worries. Fuck fantasies. I was leaking precum in my shorts and trying to hide the raging boner I had just given myself, imagining that I had the balls and courage to actually do that in real life. When we got back to the house, I raced upstairs and stripped my clothes hoping there was enough time for me. She massaged it gently, hoping to wake it up, as she woke him. She thought about doing this with her neighbor, and it turned her on something fierce. She kissed her husbands’ neck, and whispered in his ear, “Want to…?” He grinned, and squeezed her ass. He pressed himself against her tighter for a second, and then he rolled away from her. He had a smile on his face, but she knew the answer was no. It was almost always no. She had gotten used to it, after seven years of marriage. But still, it.