But, eventually, he looked away from the politician, the merchant wasn’t the target of his hunt. His slitted gray eyes searched the rest of the grou... on the stage. At the far left, clothed in pastel-blue and yellow dyed linen Robes of Concealment and properly street-veiled, stood Uhura. She had only lately come into the stewardship of the House of Mkuku, the second best slaver market in the city. Her father had been killed during a buying trip upriver. He’d fallen overboard and was eaten by. He flicked each nipple and I watched them rise up asking for more.His hand moved around me and sank into the flesh of my ass as his mouth covered one nipple, angrily sucking the sensitive nub before sliding over to torment the other one. I let out a helpless whimper when he squeezed each cheek to prevent me from twisting away."Mmm, you like that?" he said, teasing me as my eyelids fluttered and my lips formed a perfect 'O' as I writhed in his grip while the nicest sensations ran through me.I. There were several devoted just to the slaves. Though for the majority of them it was the basement that they saw the most of. This is where all of the brothel whores were kept caged up. It was also where they ate their meals and pretty much lived their lives when they weren't servicing the customers.--Besides servicing customers there were only two times the slaves where allowed out of the basement. The first was was for exercise sessions in the gym. Like everything in the life of a slave girl. "Flint shook his head in wonder. The sexy images dancing in his mind transported blood from his big head to his little head. He bit the inside of his lip to gain control."I'll leave you now," Darla said. "You'll want to freshen up for dinner. Dress is casual tonight. Last night, we had a formal dinner. Do you own a tux?" No." He grinned. "I have a dress uniform." Ooh, that'd work."Her "Ooh" sent chills up and down his spine. "Not really," he said. "I'm medically retired from the service. I'll.