And hand full control over to Salim"."Oh shit..." I gasped."Yeh ... tell me. I'm gone ... finished" she said in a hushed tone."Salim ... made a pass a... me. I slapped his face and threatened to tell his father" she explained."I know he is going to sack me"."That little prick" I growled.Jodie laughed."What? ... Did I say something funny?" I queried her.She grinned before she explained "Little prick you said ... he has a very little prick. He exposed himself to me when making the pass at me".I. He spread his fingers wide and gently pulled me back against him. I was surrounded by his body, his hands on my front, and his hard body behind me. It was dark so my other senses had taken over and it was amazing the increase in arousal. I was literally dripping and crying out for his touch, but he kept his hand on my stomach, rubbing back and forth, while his other hand played with my nipples. I needed to touch him, to give pleasure to him and my body was already screaming for him to touch me,. I had fantasized many times about fucking her in every position possible. One afternoon in session, we were discussing my virtually sexless relationship with my wife. As i expressed my frustration at what i felt was the lack of control over when i got to have sex given my wife was never in the mood, she said i did have control. I could masturbate. She parted her legs ever so slightly in her chair and I began to feel blood rushing to my cock as i tried to peer up her skirt. Fuck, not now, I. But she lost too many matches and cost her Master much money. So now she helps pull a cart. She may be a crap fighter but she can run fast and keep it up for hours. She is strong, but when she came here she was no more impressive than you. We train our Slaves well." But you are a slave yourself!" A privileged Slave, though. Which you will never be, poor Francine. You will always be at the bottom of the heap. Many blows and much hard and degrading labour lie ahead of you. But you will come to.