When Nagib presented Cala to Jalile to be sold the slave trader had to control his face very carefully. This was a prize slave indeed. The shiny, almo...t blue black skin and the plump young figure meant that she would fetch a good price, even more because she was obviously accustomed to slavery. She did her best to show off her good points to the dealer in an effort to get as high a price for her master as possible."So," asked the auctioneer when he had inspected her thoroughly, "How much are. When the waiter came to the table he placed the order for both of them. She had little appetite. Nervous excitement pushed aside the desire for food.But he coaxed her to eat, "You'll be glad later, you'll need the energy."She watched him enjoying his meal while she picked at hers. One of her great pleasures was listening to him talk. She could listen to him for hours. She found comfort in hearing his voice even talking about the day-to-day mundane things. Occasionally she felt his hand on her. She saw the Kid digging out some fresh rounds of ammo from his blanket roll and filling his rifle and the ammo belt over his shoulder. She noticed that the bullets were identical for both the rifle and the six-shooter and thought that it was beneficial to have that convenience of similarity. She said a little prayer for the soul of the poor savage who had fallen to the long-gun and hoped he had gone to his maker with a shriven soul. It was such a ridiculous thought that she wondered at her own. ..and not just financially.” The weekend proved to be everything she said it would be except relaxing. We drove up to Port St Lucie and had a private cabin on a private pond. She had packed only one small suitcase for both of us – mostly my dopp kit and hers. We didn’t wear any clothes the entire time. On Saturday night, as we were munching down some Chinese take-out in the living room, she sat on the edge of the coffee table with her legs splayed out and showing her recently fucked pussy.