Vietnamese Girl Shares Her Story

It was against protocol, he knew – everything they had just done was against the Master-Slave regulations. This is purely a work of fiction. “It’s about time – you’ve been purchasing up half the breeding stock on both sides of the Atlantic.” A quick, easy grin flickered up the side of his face. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet’s hair, nibbling the curve of his ear and allowing him to remain in the bed. “You should thank Clara, she’s in charge of the meals,” Master L answered, his voice a rough, deep growl with more than a twist of an Irish bass rumbling along his words. Touch my stock, and I will have your balls cut off and mailed to you. Oh, and this story is dedicated to PervertBiYoungGuy, who’s been a constant help and cheerful contributer to these stories. Flutes of champagne stood half full of pale liquid, but the drinks which held the attention of the two men sitting there were tumblers full of dusk-colored whiskey.