“I’ll find out who did this.” Her promise had a deep menace in it.“Leave it to the professionals. You’re drug squad.”She grinned and squee...ed my hand. “Will you come home with me when they discharge you? I’ll look after you.”Before I could reply, Arnie arrived looking like he’d been through a car wash without a car around him, carrying a bottle of scotch in a brown paper bag, a tattered bunch of flowers and a file.“Want me to leave?” asked Karen.“Certainly not,” said Arnie. “This is too good. ”“Really?” the lips continued touching his ear. “I can make it worth your while.”“I am ... really not interested in that. But I hate seeing a free man as you locked in a cage. Let me down, and we could talk.”The slave released him, and then watched Cory as the servant was picking up the spilled food.“Who are you?” Cory asked.“My name?”“That would be a start.”“I am Ayn.”“There are few free men in Drena. Are you from another city?”“No, I am ... from far away.”“How did you become a slave?”“They. My cock has softened, but Rohan’s is still semi-hard. We crowd close to her, our pricks inches from her soft plump lips. Shweta puts a hand on each of our hips and nudges Rohan and me closer until our hips and legs touch. My cock twitches at the feel of his warm skin against mine, and I sneak a peek at his face. He gives me an amused, wry look. She slides her lips over Rohan’s cock while rubbing precum around my cockhead. I’m getting hard again. It’s exciting to watch her give Rohan a blowjob,. Her pussy lips were swollen and I felt a dewy moistness on them. "Rub it, Daddy, please. It's hurting me," she whispered, nibbling at my ears. I placed a finger into the golden slit and felt it open up for me.Christ, I said, she likes me doing this to her.I probed into her gently. She gasped as I entered. She was so wet, the juices made it so easy for my finger to slide in. Gently thrusting, I felt her pussy cling to my finger. It was so tight"Oooh, yes! Darling, my darling Daddy, finger me!".