Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the terrible poverty...out in the vast farmlands of this world. As a pleasure-slave they would have a much better life, living in rich surroundings, and doing little work other than the obvious.They also had much better legal protection than farm workers; they could not be abused in any way. They also had to agree to be sold to the winning bidder at their auction, they. As he trotted on he thought about her. Something didn't seem quite rightbut he couldn't put his finger on it. Why was a woman walking alonealong this path dressed the way she was? If she was simply going for awalk surely she would wear something more casual and practical? Perhapsshe was visiting someone or going to an event of some sort. Or maybe, hesuddenly thought, perhaps she was on the game, but if she was she wasunlikely to find any clients around here.*****The woman continued to walk. I’m cuming and I’m making you lick up all of the juices. My fingers are still gripped into your hair as I grind my pussy on your face. My breathing slows down and you pull your face away. ‘I hope you don’t think your done, you still have a lot of work to do.’ I tell you to lay down on your back on the floor, I then lower myself on to your face. Lick it. I know how much you want it. You bring your hand up and put two fingers into me, god this feels so good. You lick my pussy like a good little. And his cock—his cock had to be big and thick and heavy. It would’nt take long to arouse and would last erect for a long time while he invaded her mouth, ****ed her tits, ravaged her for a long time. An image of Sanjiv’s thick cock splitting her pussy swam before her eyes.. But alas he was gone for another week.A thin trickle of perspiration started at Jyoti’s throat and trickled sexily down between her large, heavy breasts. She shivered slightly in pleasure. Now, as the rivulet of sweat.