My interest is in the human livestock. The women, the girls.It’s invigorating, more invigorating than any little blue pill, I can tell you, buying ...nd owning slaves. Not all of the females are particularly beautiful by modern standards. But it doesn’t matter, they’re mine. GinnyMy first was called Ginny, when I was just starting out. She was twenty-something, sold off cheap from a deceased’s estate. Cheap because most rich owners like to acquire their fancies in their teens or earlier,. Not that I do it that fast all the time, only if I'm really trying to get off quick, which is really handy if I only have a few mins to change and go out again and need a quickie before anyone notices I'm taking too long or I've ducked into a bathroom at school/uni or restaurant or wherever.I can't quite sit there and think myself to orgasm, tho I can get myself up too quite a pleasurable plateau that way which is more than enough for a nice mellow buzz if I'm somewhere quiet like the library. I use to think about those pictures at night after my mom put me to bed and I would pretend it was me in those nasty pictures! I had a few girlfriends in grade school that would come over to spend the night and I talked a couple of them into letting me touch their pussies and a few times we would take turns kissing each other between the legs and then giggle about it. I also had a male cousin that I would let finger me and I would kiss and lick his cock. We were so young, we didn't know much at. How about Tuesday?"I told her that I would see her then and I headed on home.For the next three months Fiona and I saw each other every night but Monday and Thursday. When I asked why I couldn't see her on those days she told me that those were the two nights when people sat for portraits. I told her that I'd love to watch her work, but she said no. "You would be too much of a distraction for me baby, and I couldn't afford to be throwing down my brushes to rip off a quick piece." It was.