No questions.Your Master. "Tension builds up in my body, what will it do to me?Fortunately, I had shaved earlier that evening, I am ready at 22:30.Wit... the plug in my pussy and my leather body under my long coat, I get in the car.He looks at me sternly and says: did what I said? " Yes master" I answer and meanwhile I feel my pussy getting wetter.I see a bag in the back seat and know that he has brought some attributes.We drive to a remote place, park the car and he orders me to get out.The. The reason for this policy is that demis are viewed as inferior to humans, little more than animals, and therefore need to be controlled. To truly get rid of a demi, a master would need to sell them or have them put down.While demis are born into slavery and may never escape it, all humans are born free. There are different ways for a human to end up as a slave: They can be forcibly sold into slavery as a severe punishment for crimes they have committed or to cover their debts if they have. ........until recently........... One of Katie's friends was turning 40 and all the girls made plans to go the male strip club. Maybe 10 of them in all, and some absolute beauties in this group. Last time they went, I made out like a bandit as Katie gave me the most enthusiastic fuck I had in quite some time. So, I was more than willing to have her go again, good thing my shift was not working that night. So off they go, they even rented a limo so none had to drive as they most likely would be. When the naught did happen the women would swap stories and inevitably they would come to the conclusion that during the act of love making the men could have tried harder, or been more generous to the women’s needs. Then one afternoon an opportunity presented itself. ‘My amulet, oh no, help me, help me find my amulet,’ a middle aged, blond, pudgy tourist said as she ran around in earnest digging in the sand here and there. She was so frantic that both Cerise and Kia took it upon themselves.