So, one might wonder, what kind of gift could a mere slave possess that could possibly matter to anyone? The answer of course is sex. You see, I am a ...ex slave, a man bound and sold for the pleasure of the rich and powerful citizens of Rome. I was chosen at the dawn of my manhood due to the unusually large size of my penis. I was taught to master my own orgasm and control my urges so that those who paid my master for my services would be all the more satisfied. Being a slave, this was not a. Monica accidentally moaned. "No, they're fine." She said, trying her absolute hardest not to seem like she was enjoying this. But it was too late. Rachel knew. She knew all about it and now she was gonna have fun.She smiled at Monica slyly. "Good." She said. "You know, Monica... you're very pretty naked. You've got a really great body."Monica felt uncomfortable. It wasn't like Rachel to act this way. She must have known something."I really don't, but thanks anyway." Monica replied.Rachel was. "wow, they actually did it" she muttered, smiling. It was like a one-room flat. There was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge, microwave, washing machine and tumble dryer. There was also a door to the left-hand side, which led to an en-suite with a toilet, shower and sink. Her mum had even brought up all her consoles, which she promptly set up. As she was setting up the consoles, she noticed a pair of large curtains. She slowly approached them, slipped through them and looked around. The. "Took you long enough bitch." i am hear Master.." i repliedi had to play for him as much as possible to figure this thing out. i started talking and He simply talked over me with an address and hung up..Shit.After taking a cab clear across town i finally arrived at the address just before 5. The front door had a note taped to it which read "BITCHES USE THE BACK DOOR."i quickly ran around to the back to find another note. "STRIP, AND PREPARE TO MEET YOUR NEW OWNER! YOUR OLD CLOTHES AND.