"Yeah, later. After he got tired of you. There's a thriving market for slave sluts like you, you know. After awhile he'd grow bored with you and he'd ...ither sell you off or just give you to someone else. That's when you might get your clit pierced or rings put in your cunt lips to mark you as a piece of slave meat. That person wouldn't be interested in having you for a personal slave. He, or maybe she, would fuck you a few times of course. But mostly they would want you for your market value.. I drove past past the Starbucks, saw him sanding there, pulled over and lowered my window and offered for him to jump in. His name is Josh and he is a real cutie. He told me that i looked even better in person than he expected (good way to score points). I drove him back to my place and we sat in the living room where I told him to undress, sit on the couch and get down to business. Josh removed his shirt first, he was hairless, smooth skin, small build, almost feminine. To my surprise,. "Do you see how my nipple is standing out?" I asked. "That means you're doing it right, that means it feels good. It's a bit like when your prick gets hard. Why don't you try some kissing?"It was a bit awkward with his broken arm and all but he rolled towards me and I rolled towards him and, one way or another, my nipple ended up in his mouth. Whereas his hand had been clumsy his lips were divine and I couldn't suppress a little groan of pleasure."Yes, yes, like that," I gasped, "now, use your. " She laughed and asked, "Weren't my sister's this nice?" I shook my head, and turned to walk away, but the towel let loose, and my now rock-hard erection pointed directly at her. She gave it and me a long look, then said, "My sister is really a dumb shit for walking away from you." I agreed, and reached down to pick up the towel. "What the hell are you doing that for?", she asked, "Come over here...I want to get a good look at that." I slowly walked over to her and she fixed her gaze on my.