”“He’s your master, too,” Cory kicked him playfully in the ribs.“Not when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not,” Ayn said triumphantly,...raising enough from the bed to tickle Cory in response. “I am telling you, he’s a bit fucked up or something.”“I don’t get it,” Cory shook his head. “He’s always so domineering and...”He was lost for words.“Maybe he could not resist my sword fighting technique,” Ayn grabbed his cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze.Cory snorted. “It’s so uncanny, but. One could vaguely make out my package through the pants, but you really couldn't see any details. A slave trader should look sleazy I thought, so that's what I was shooting for.When Sam was ready, she came into the bedroom where I was lying on the bed waiting.She looked magnificent. She said I looked like a cheap, Miami pimp. Oh yeah, I thought, mission accomplished.I got out of the bed, cuffed her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. I told her I had to preview her for the bidders before. There was even a working light in the ceiling and the room was well heated. I hadn’t ejaculated in a long time so there was a big load on deck and a constant erection over the previous days which provided additional motivation to get the room set up. I began my hot shower and stretching routine a few nights a week and found after a short time that magical moment when I knew it was going to happen; almost. I’ll never forget the feeling and the sense of knowing it was going to work. These images. I knew I need to eat her. I pushed my nose against her clit and ran it up the fabric to her tummy. As I did, my hands grasped the sides of her knickers and pulled them down, licking her body until I could taste her sex. Her clit swollen and tender, she shuddered as I trailed my tongue over and circled just the once as I knew my target. Her lips sodden with lust, she parted easily as my tongue darted inside of her. Grappling my hair, she pulled me tightly against her pussy. I could barely.