Please allow me to pay back the favor.” I kissed her three times more and left. later on, I told my wife all this account but about the kisses. Nex... week, our feminine neighbor, who no longer looked disgusting to me, called again noisily at my home: “Good morning”. She wasn’t the unattractive woman I saw once, and looked elegant judging by her long legs. I went outside (my house is surrounded by a wall), and asked again what the problem would be. Eunice is tall, I reckon 23 yo., slim, short. The world may frown upon us but it is a system that works and has worked for a few hundred years. My role in this society is one of slave trainer and I like to think that I have a good reputation. I take ‘fresh to the market’ young girls and turn them into obedient slaves and then sell them on to reputable noblewomen for a profit. A quite handsome profit I might add. My slaves are eagerly sought out and good money is paid for them.I turned my attention back to the girl kneeling before me.“How. She smacks my bottom and returns to her recliner. I look at her, but she avoids my eyes. This is so confusing!As the sun begins to cool down, and the afternoon light glows on us, the heat is still pervasive. We are in no rush to cover up or move indoors. But it is getting close to time to get ready for dinner.Gathering our things, we chat as we go up to our rooms. Our tan bodies are glowing and warm. I sneeze, and she offers me a “bless you” as the doors of the elevator snick open on our floor.. On a whim Evy gave in to check her phone, her face lit up despite her trying to pout."Is that all he's going to say after three days? Really?!"She texted back, "J who?" out of spite and grinned when she saw he had already received it.She was upset with how happy she was but glad he decided to reach out."I'm sorry, it's me June... I was startled and sent the message too soon. I hope you have been well Evy."She felt a tingle between her legs as she could hear him in her head saying her name, he.