This series of stories, which is not presented in any particular order, explores the daily life of a prostitute-slave named Sara. Please let Sara cum!”
“No!” gasped Jennifer. Xxnx “I need to draw up a syringe.”
She walked away, swiping her fingers across the surface of her tablet. Her eyes were glassy and unseeing. She sounded desperate. Desperate, she drove her right thumbnail into the flesh of her upper left arm, where it would be hidden against her body. One exchange in particular caught her ear. The slave was laying still when Gessler and the technician returned. Then, he made a fist – crushing her swollen feminine flesh. “I did it,” said Jared. Would that be okay?”
“Uh, yeah.” Bryan answered. As an accessible display, guests were welcome to touch, fondle or abuse the slaves.
