I loved the smell of her perfume. I looked down and saw that I was getting hard. I glanced to the side and noticed the other boys were feeling this wa... also. The slaver smiled. She is used to seeing boys react this way. Mom and the slaver walked before us together. First in front of us and then behind us. Mom talked about our characteristics and how they had been trained. Mom emphasized our sexual skills and how we could please women. The slaver seemed to be pleased. The two women stood behind. "A former employee of Black Swamp started a new business to operate here. They are going to specialize in high risk assignments. High risk, high pay assignments," she corrected herself. "Very low profile workers for high profile clients." I don't get it," I admitted."This is the example he gave me." Jen suggested. "Gangster Rap star is going on tour. There are creditable threats against his life. This bad ass rap star wants to stay alive, so he is out looking for hard core security that doesn't. She'd eaten so little the last few days her body had adjusted. She took a few forkfuls of egg and a sip of coffee than told him she was full. He just nodded and finished his meal while she sat and watched.When everyone finished eating, they brought Daisy into one of the play rooms. "Today is a day off for you," Peter repeated. "You are just going to sit here and relax." He motioned to a high-backed wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. Daisy sat, puzzled, not knowing what to. . but then he did something with his body and the pressure and pleasure suddenly ratcheted up another notch and her complaint died on her lips into another ecstatic feminine grunt of welcome as he slid home inside her cramping love channel for the thousandth time.She could feel it, like a dam wall, the pressure behind it building and building. He was going faster, harder, some remaining part of her setting off an alarm that he was going to... climax inside her, his breathing accelerating, his.