I finished my drink at the bar and went to my room, counting the time down. At 5 minutes til, my cock could no longer stand the wait. I left my room a...d walked to the eleveator. She was a floor above. Room 350 was my destination. Teh card reader beeped, allowing me entry witht he click of the lock. I opened the door slowly. The room was dark, with just a sliver of light beaming from the bathroom door left slightly ajar. I could hear the shower running.I pulled out my cellphone and began to take. I became addicted to chatting with Master. Master would call me at random times during the day only giving me minutes to respond. It was difficult but I managed to call him back or text a nude picture of myself to him while at school. I had passed the beginning stages of eventually becoming his full time slave. In order to become Master's full time slave I needed to be willing to move in with him and get a tattoo proclaiming I was property of Master Ross either above my ass or below my belly. Four males later a female begins sucking her and says, “This is what I’ve always wanted to do and now I know why. It tastes so fucking good.”At that same moment another female sits on Joanie’s face saying, “Taste me.”Which Joanie does so completely that the woman begins squirting on her face.“Lick it all up now, there will be more later.” Joanie makes sure that she has gotten all of the juice. “Now put one clothespin on each of my nipples.”When this is done Joanie flinches slightly and then. Those who claim to be their betters would be wise to remember that.” Marta thought it would be a good touch to get a conversation started about the plight of the common man and woman of the sector, and hopefully a vector of change. Tomas wasn’t sure of that, but Marta was persuasive, so Tomas had gone along with it.However, when the news that evening led with the story about an explosion in the Ventok Labs that had killed 250, both Merchant House trained and commoner alike, he knew he had been.