And then I decided I must be dreaming because barely concealed beneath the lapels of his peach-pink suit jacket I saw that Zain Love had breasticules ...ust like me, and not any old breasticules but a pair of perky, pokie, jiggly, drool-worthy, teen-angel, breasticules of bountifulness. If all the organisms weren't busy hiding in some other teen-angel's tight, soft, smooth, welcoming, cunny of pleasuring I'd have had at least a dozen of them right there and then, but instead I had to make do with. However, although that routine was still exiting for the masters, some thought it was getting a little stale. So Ben put his thinking cap on and devised a brand new welcoming night for the new slaves. He was going to force the new slaves to engage in a talent contest in an attempt to win the right to engage in a night of outright debauchery with a master. He had it all figured out. It wasn’t going to the usual singing contest, but there would be plenty of dancing with slaves of similar age. She was a knockoutand had the whole package. We hit it off great and in between kisseson the way home, and kisses in her driveway, and kisses walking herup to her door, I guess we spent the night after dinner kissing. Noother fun stuff though. She seemed to push me away a bit. Oh well,there was time for that.I picked her up the next morning and wow, she had on this hotbikini, barely covering her tits and ass. Her Mom and Dad left earlyso he didn't see how hot his daughter was. She snuggled next. "Carla pulled away from me and sat on the bed. She was holding her bra in her hands and didn't seem to know what to do with it."I guess this is partly my fault too. I should have told you that I left John while we were still downstairs." You left him? I thought you were saying that you had just decided that you were not going to be the sexual favors that he gives his friends. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you did tell me that you had thought of leaving him before." I moved out last month.