“There probably isn’t any reason that you should. Sara screwed her eyes shut, hoping that the throbbing pain might subside. Their desperate eyes fixed on House Master Gabriel the instant he entered the room, hoping he might give them some relief. “Act,” she whispered. Sara turned away, drawing up her arm to cover herself. As a result, they were so sex-starved that just the sight of a house girl in her skimpy uniform was enough to addle them. In the instant before it struck, Sara found herself outside her own body, watching herself being raped in exquisite slow motion. Purchased at auction by a Las Vegas casino, she is tasked with fulfilling the sexual urges of its clientèle, who pay for her favors along with room service and Wi-Fi access. Please, stop!”
He lifted up her skirt then clawed at her thong, tearing it away. He grabbed her hand. Or pierced? ***
After they had both faked their orgasms, the slave slipped back down onto her knees and licked him clean, impressed by his performance.
