This has to be real. You must be Master Carl. We must be Page and Willow, the sex slaves subject to your whims and wrath. This is the discussion we ha... weeks ago. Don't look at me like a woman, or treat Willow like a little girl. The slave owners will kill us all. Believe in your heart that we are your property to abuse and use as you see fit. There is no pretending here. It must be real."Carl hung his head down. There was a long pause before he looked up again and whispered, "I don't know if I. Then he goes back outside with the second tray making sure he starts with the agents that haven’t had any yet. The inside agents go out the back door and over to the gate to tell the agents at the back gate to head around front to get some appetizers as they will guard that gate. In my head, I make the decision that we should feed the agents first. I got Dakota, Jennifer, Diane, Paula, and Sharon all involved in making plates of food for the agents. The ladies are all smiling as they feel good. He would make a pallet at the end of my bed and sleep until it was time to get up for school. We were pretty close and would talk about everything with eachother but never about sex or anything like that. He was about 5'10 and had a bigger build, not fat, but not skinny.he would always tell me how pretty I was and I had beautiful blue eyes and features.This story starts one early morning when he stumbled in a 3. He made the pallet and lied down for awhile. I was awake. But he didn't know it.. My parents were Danish so I have inherited their tall, slim bearing and my mother’s good looks. My girlfriends tell me I still have a very good body, smooth skin, an hour glass figure and I modestly agree. When some of my girlfriends regaled me with stories of their sex lives I realised I have a lot of catching up to do and have missed out on lots of sexual excitement.“I want to extend my sexual boundaries and fulfil some of my fantasies,” I tell some of my girlfriends each time I see them..