The slave was given an hour to rest, shower, and get ready for the next one. She got into her cage just before the next one arrived at eleven and left...at twelve. The last one arrived at one pm. By two, it was all over.Thomas walked into the slave's room soon after the third potential owner left. "So, was it like you expected?" he asked.She shook her head. "Not even close. They were all so different."The trainer nodded. "They were a mixed batch, more so than usual. But, amazingly, their bids. She whimpered and moaned as I manipulated her feminine lobes, gently at first, but then with increasing vigor. Only when I pinched a nipple, gradually increasing the pressure until it became erotically painful, did she pull away from my lips to cry out softly in the near-darkness, and I took the opportunity to quickly replace my fingertips with my teeth, gently biting at the base of the nipple and tugging backward with my head, enjoying the soft, erotic sounds escaping her lips. My hand moved. He said that my asshole was gaped. You fucking asshole. Shame on you.”She again chuckled, looking at Nassar.“I did it because you was also enjoying. You asked me to do it.”“Sir, now forget all. Just talk with my husband. He’s here now.”She handed the phone to Nassar, as planned and he was going to talk in an angry tone.“You sister-fucker! You gaped my wife’s asshole.” Nassar said it aloud.“But she asked me. She lowered her trousers her own and went on her four, showing her sweet ass. You know. "I'll be there at 10:00p.m please be ready for me" They always stated the same thing. Except for the first one. She pulled the cotton dress over her head and neatly folded it laying it on her desk, the short silk black slip clung to her body, accentuating her full breast and curved hips. The black stockings giving her legs a shimmering affect as she slipped off her plain brown shoes and replaced them with the blacked spiked heels. Taking the blood red silk scarf from the bottom drawer she.