I liked him so I took his hand and then suggested we go to his place since I was thirsty.I know how to make him think he was seducing me and we were s...on balling on his bed. He knew what he was doing, like a lot of older guys, and I had a very satisfying experience, as did he.BTW, I’m twenty-four, fairly slim five-foot-six with C-cup tits, short red hair, and matching furry crotch. I’ve been screwing since high school with rarely a steady boyfriend. I like variety too much for a lot of guys to. The two other slaves stood, looking at her with questioning eyes."I will be 35 next October. That is too old for a slave in our world. Paul should have sold or traded me a long time ago. I could serve as a slave for many years yet, but not in our world of opulent rich masters. I am still beautiful, I know, but my age shows. Paul is losing face with his friends and associates. They think him weak for keeping me. He will not last long if he is perceived as weak. By now, he can't trade or give me. “Nah, I’m serious.” Tim quickly pulled out his phone and lined up a few of the pictures his sister had taken of him going through the box he or his dad picks up every day. Margie lifted the phone from his hand and surveyed the pictures for herself.“What are you doing, sis?” The middle triplet, followed by the little sister, took their places along each side of their big sister. They peeked over her shoulder.“Tim’s friend got a football scholarship to UT at Austin, and I asked if he was getting. The first hint of trouble came our way as we walked through the market area of the village, just north of the waterfront and south of the stables and where the caravans gathered. There was a buzz in the air and the hairs on the back of my neck started prickling as Rory and I pushed our way through the crowds. That was our second indication of something happening that shouldn't be happening. While the village had a few hundred people living in it, that wasn't enough to fill the streets on a.