“Yes, Mistress,” the girl whispered to the floor.“Pull yourself together,” Graveek warned him. “You will be representing me which means I ne...d you to be the man you were rather than the deviant worm you have become. I need the Marquis de Sade. Do not fail me.”“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.*** De Sade watched the last of the enslaved souls being pushed forward to be auctioned to the hungry citizens of Gomorrah. Those who had requested specialty orders seemed pleased with the sexual slaves trained. Jennydidn't move away so I kept doing it every chance I got. Damn I wanted to fuck thisyoung honey.When Sharapova won the first set I stood up yelling and held both my hands up over myhead. Jenny got up to high five them and I gave her a hard high five and fell forwardon top of her on the couch. Just as I was going to get up I gave her a quick kiss on the lips then immediately stood up and apologized. "I'm sorry Jenny". I guess justwatching Sharapova play is getting me horny cause she is such a. A fire was burning and another branding iron was in the hot coals glowing bright red. The stench of burnt flesh still permeated the room making Macro and his men both nauseous and angry at the same time."There's one, freshly branded," one of the soldiers exclaimed, pointing at a young boy who writhed in agony in a narrow holding cell.Macro considered. They were just seven, so he could not afford to send one of his men for a wound healer just now. On the other hand, the branded slave was the. Tight white T-shirt as top, above a skimpy tennis skirt, matching socks and sport shoes. Amber parks nearby. Takes off her helmet, waves a hand-kiss in my direction, before she shifts her sunglasses up to park them in her hair.I get up to welcome her with an elegant hand-kiss and offer her the chair with best view from the four at our table. "Enjoy the sunshine as long as it lasts, love. Another hour before it sets. Is white wine a good guess for first round?"I act as nonchalant cool as Amber..