There was a big room that was set up for watching movies and a smaller area with a small treadmill. I figured that was her friend's home fitness area....It had plenty of space for Gabriel to work out. She led me past that into a small guest bedroom. "You're going to do burpees in here?" I joked. I turned to see if she was playing a joke on me, and my heart stopped.She had the beaming smile on her face and nothing else from the waist up. Her thumbs were tucked inside her yoga pants, and she was. "Get on the floor, boy."The old man was speaking to his own slave, who couldn't have been more than fourteen and so I thought the boy must have been slaveborn. He was an angelic half-breed, with light brown skin and kinky blonde hair, but he had dark eyes and African features. A small, broad nose and thick lips that the boy soon wrapped around his Master's hard, white cock while we watched. I watched anyway, but most of the others had the good grace to ignore it, or at least pretend to. It. Turning her around he bent down and looked at her wounds, the skin on her ass cheeks had been broken and looked raw. "Does it hurt?" he asked. She nodded and muttered something. He stood and spun her back round, the chains clanked and candles flickered, her naked body casting a warped shadow on the chest behind her. He finally smiled and walked passed her, opening the chest and pulling something out. It slammed shut and made her jump, but then for what seemed ages nothing happened. Silence.. Her excitement was almost becoming a physical manifestation outside her body.“Actually, there’s something I wanted to see on TV,” I opened my eyes wide as I ran past her, heading to the side of the hill.“I love you, so much that when I kill you for mentioning TV, it will be by fucking you to death.”I turned and my wife was undoing the buttons on her sundress as she walked to me. I quickly shed my clothes; I knew there was no room for preamble when this mood took her. As the dress fell from her.