kari was a young slave at twenty-eight.
"Sit on your bare ass,” Justin Booker whispered over their first drink.
"Yes, sir,” she said without hesitation. It was a struggle pulling the tight black Lycra up her hips enough to bare her behind. Her tight body billowed, oozing sexual hunger. Black lashes batted at the man, while a coy grin surfaced on her lips. She wouldn't be noticed with her skirt practically tucked up around her waist--the chairs were closed around the back keeping her hips hidden. And though the trained eye of their waitress might detect her secret, she was assured of little real exposure and a good deal of thrill.
"You wear no panties?” Justin asked.
"No, sir, and I'm shaved.”
"And you keep the protocols because you assume I'll want the same?”
"Perhaps, but it also pleases me. I think submissively when I'm this way--reminded of the covenant I made with myself.”
"And that is?”
"To live what I feel, sir. It's not easy being a sex slave when the world would tell me I'm deranged.”
"Do you fight tha ...
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