Now Illia surprises me by whispering in my ear,
“Illia Illea of Kroton.”
She kisses me upon the lips and bids me goodnight. Xxnx They are here to be introduced to society and so that they can indulge their desires in a manner befitting young ladies of rank. She gives me a concerned look. I resist the temptation to ask her what took place with the high born lady in iridescent black, but of one thing I am certain, Illia is the most docile and compliant of slaves; her injuries were not punishment for resistance or insolence. I feel a pulse in my pussy as gentle waves of pleasure course through it. The slave enclosure is of course the primary object upon which they focus their interest; examining the men’s nudity with wide eyed stares and whispering to each other when some particular point of anatomy draws their
