He inhaled sharply, surprised at the sight and the noise, piercing through the otherwise silence of the house it seemed to disturb her. “You can call me whatever you want to though, Master?”
“I get that. As he made his way upwards and onwards he kept his hand on the gleaming polished wood of the handrail, the dark wood so shiny that he could make out his reflection, noting his smooth cleanly shaven face. She worked her way around her room and he marveled at her size, tall and lean but buxom, her heavy bare breasts bouncing, nipples hard and full, but it was her cock that drew his eye, their fooling around, undressing and making out along with the promise of what was to come had left her with an unmissable hardon. She’s not worth much, she’s tied to the home on contract, she’s not much of a looker, not my tastes.”
They’d continued to talk and despite Luke’s best efforts to draw out more information on the slave, the man had not been forthcoming, merely offering a
