" She is more than gold to me," Randy said. He lightly squeezed Amie's hand, turned around, and left."Is that Lexi's friend?" Her dad asked."Yes. He's...sweet on her too. That might not be so good for him."Steve held the car door while Amie slid across the seat. She made no effort to hide her stocking covered legs and the skirt rode up her thighs. Her left leg was well ahead of the right and the crotch of her panties was totally exposed to Steve. He drew a sharp breath, leaned in to kiss her,. "Are you sure you're worthy of your goddess sheathing your manhood?" she asked.He climbed on top of her on the bed kissing her and letting her taste her own juices on her boy. The flavor was intoxicating for her, she savored each kiss and flick of his tongue knowing he tasted her most treasured spot.And just as she was enjoying their intimacy she could feel the mushroom-shaped head of his cock begin to slide up and down her soaked slit. This was the moment. This was truly it. She thought about. "I don't know," he answered. "Something really hurt." His voice wasquivering, almost breaking, like a boy going through puberty."Robert?" Deb asked fearfully. A million things were running throughher mind. A heart attack? A stroke?Rob was at that moment more concerned about "down there" than his heador his heart. Hoping there was no injury to the family jewels, hegently reached down with his hand to check out the goods. As hisfingers touched his genitals, there was another sharp pain. . The slave maids were those who were charged with cleaning the slaves and with seeing that they were fed. Most slave maids were themselves slaves, usually the ones that were too ugly to be sold. Occasionally, however, a new acquisition would be pressed into service if the number of slaves exceeded the quota of maids. The Mortor Corporation tried to keep it's quota at twenty slaves per maid. When there was a lull in the trade or training and there were excess maids they were given to the guards.