The slaves were dressed in similar attire as me, but, they were not blindfolded. So, I was correct! This was my initiation as a true sex slave asset. ...s I had read on-line, often Masters wanted to remind their sex slaves that they could always be replaced with a better cunt slut any day and this little ritual evidenced it clearly for all to view. When Master walked me around the room for his congratulatory victory debut, what I had thought was the other Masters patting my head was not what was. According to my fantasy, the next move is mine, I take it. With a deep breath, I reach out with a still shaking hand and touch the front of his jeans. Getting bolder I rub the bulge. Another deep breath and I go for his belt and zipper. His jeans fall to the floor. I put my thumbs in the waistband of his jockeys and pull them out and over his penis then down to the floor. Jake steps out of his jeans and jockeys and kicks them aside. Now I am looking at the first live cock since high school gym. By the time the spears quit flying we had 4 moose to skin and to haul back. The women helped to put the meat on the travois. When we reached the bramble gate we took one carcase and cut most of it up to start smoking.. Two went on to the raft for transport to the new village.. The next day we were ready to put my idea in to operation. We already had two bamboo poles buried in the river bottom 15 ' apart we added another pole beside each one about 2 ' apart then half way between the 2. " Curtsey. "Served in the conservatory."'Fifi' opened the lounge door and after collecting the tea tray followed'Madame' to her lunch.Sensibly 'Fifi' had laid out a small bottle of white wine, still andsparkling water to accompany the meal."I'll have the wine please Fifi. Then the stand to my side in case Ineed you." Yes Madame." Curtsey. Fifi poured her a glass.Vera ate her food in silence, John was beginning to get a little peckishbut reasoned he'd get something later."Another glass please.