"Hope youdid, slaveboy, because you won't have much fun for the next fifteen years,but, boy, you bet I will". I heard him whimper when she apparently ...queezedhis balls. "I'm buying you, loser, and believe me, you'll not enjoy beingmy slave". She let go and stepped back. "I'll make your life onelong torment. You'll serve me on your knees all day long, you'll lick my feet,you'll be my footstool, you'll lick me clean when one of my lovers has fuckedme, and him too. I'll whip you every day. I'll. " but she cut me off again. " It's a little sexist of me to assume that you should have to pay, and it's a little sexist of you to assume that I can't or don't want to pay." My hands went up in defeat, " Fair enough. I'm glad Jean set us up, I really think we could be great friends." On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last chance to mention that not all hope is lost between us. " So you never asked me about mine." She said. I looked puzzled and asked, " Your what exactly?" She. Whack!And a third time his hand came down landing again on my left cheek. “Please!” I cried.Whack!His hand came down, landing on my right cheek again. But it was lighter, softer and didn’t sting anywhere close to the first three. I was momentarily confused by this. But decided that while my ass was killing me, I was thankful he wasn’t as hard as he had been.Whack!He slapped my left cheek. Again it was softer, slightly harder than a slap.Smack! Smack!His hands found my cheeks again, each one. They dined in a private room Yola prepared for them. The dishes were set on a small table with three large cushions around it. They stripped off their clothes and Zenoi saw Olanna shyly covering her small breasts and the little red patch between her legs with her hands. Yamba had a small penis and he caught Olanna starring at his nine-inch cock, but he ignored the attention and continued setting up the feast. As the opener, Zenoi took a piece of the succulent white meat of the crab, dipped it.