Though I didn't share with her intimate details, I did confirm what she asked."Well, let me ask you this. Would you be willing to make a deal?" As she...said this, I was wondering what she was getting at. "Would you," she asked, "be willing to give up masturbating to porn if I am willing to do those things with you?"The idea intrigued me, though she has failed to follow through on good sex before. I recall being promised a blowjob one day and by the time the evening rolled around she sucked me. After all they were well aware they were being sold once their training was completed and they had heard enough talk amongst the mistresses to know virgins sold for more. Still none of the four sisters were a virgin. Granted none of them had had sex more than once.Still as many of the other slaves in their catch began to be subjected to being raped and they weren't they had become to worry about why. These worries were made worse by the knowledge that their training sessions were always planned. She asked if I wanted to do it again. Excitedly I said yes. She then talked about making a promise to keep a secret. The details of this discussion are lost in time but I remember feeling the importance she put into it. I stop the telling her because I had not intended to make this an erotic story. As I type this the memories come back clearly but I do not have to put the details down here. Let us be happy to know that that day she taught me to do cunnilingus and I became addicted to it.. It was a sight to see. She returned to the bar, took my hand, and said, “Let’s get out here.” I was happy to be going anywhere with her, but as we walked, I was wondering where this evening was going, since she had to work. Grinning slyly at me, Katie explained that she worked from home, and asked if I would help her out on a work project. I said yes, of course, and as we walked out of the bar, I’m sure I looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.We barely got inside Katie's.