I saw the condom packets that were shown in the window so I jokingly asked her over the phone. Do you prefer Moods or XXX? She couldn’t get my quest...on the first time and so I repeated and on the second she just laughed very loudly.This way we got bolder and bolder each day whenever we met or she was near me I use to tease her by rubbing my cock accidentally and sometimes even when some colleagues are nearby (without their knowledge of course then I took the bold step of telling her to show. I couldn't understand it. I had been sold by my father to master Firul and now I was property. I had been the daughter of a blacksmith. I had been the daughter of a honorable man, a wealthy man. Now I was nothing, an animal, someone who could be bought and sold. I was owned. I was property. I was young and now my life was destroyed, at least the life I knew. It was gone forever. There is no way back if you once have been enslaved. You can't own anything as a slave. Everything that is yours,. Lizzy finished her schooner ofbeer. "Come on then girly….lets go." "What's your name?" asked Lizzy. "Err… Emma," came the reply, as she walked towards the new v8 Holden. "Get in." said Lizzy. Lizzy drove for about fifteen minutes to a house on a large hill overlookingthe ocean and pulled into the garage. Her mood suddenly changed. "Get out you pommie slut." Lizzy nastily hissed. Emma looked mortified. She froze in shock. Lizzy dragged her out by the hair.Slapped her hard and dragged her to a. Little sounds escaped my throat as she parted the warm skin of my labia, revealing my light pink insides. I felt her inspecting me, exploring me. Her fingertip traced the outer edges of my swelling lips, then down the line of my slit to the base. She pressed in there and a blurble of lube oozed out onto her finger. She pulled it out, a string attaching to my skin and extending through the air like a crystal filament. She giggled at this, spreading it liberally over the smooth flesh and making.