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He never has to ask for anything. The slaves here are sincere in their devotion, no one is putting up a show when the teacher is around and then slacking off when he steps out for a moment. There is no teacher grading us anyway. Our service doesn’t have to been seen, slaves don’t need to be noticed. indiansex We aren’t rewarded indianporn with grades, or privileges or a review cart. Just knowing we’ve pleased our master is all the reward we get here, and that’s more than enough. We are with about eleven slaves here, I wouldn’t have expected that. I was under the impression that every slave would get her own master, but maybe that’s a bit greedy of me to think. I like being here with an entire group, the slaves are desisex really kind to me and to each other, everyone helps each other out. At first I desigirl had to get used to living here, I was homesick and I longed for my own bed in the dormitory of the institute. But you know who’s here as well? Nadia! She was a class above me in the institute and she was sold off last year. Nadia helped me and showed me around when I just got here. I think she’s my friend now, or at least we are becoming friends I guess. Last Week Nadia and I were called into the Master’s chambers. That was quite the honor, if I had to believe Nadia. She checked my clothes and made sure my knee socks were pulled up high and my blouse wasn’t wrinkly. Her hands adjusting my clothes like that made me a bit shy. Master’s chambers were really impressive. There was gold and marble and red carpet and columns. At the institute we did learn how to make beds, how to clean bathrooms, how to put down towels and soap and shampoo. I thought we had to do some chores like that, but Master wanted me and Nadia to sit down on the edge of the bed. He indiangirl wanted to know how I was adjusting to my move here, he was very kind and caring. He also asked a bunch of questions about my body, about my breasts and my bleeding cycle. I was a bit embarrassed telling those things while Nadia sat next to me. Off course I know a slave is Masters property, and that makes master responsible for our physical desiporn well being, he needs to know about our breasts and cycles. But it was just uncomfortable having Nadia there as well. I blushed. Especially when he wanted to know if I had those warm happy tingles in between my legs and what I did if I felt those. If I had ever touched myself down there. Master says it’s normal to have those happy tingles and that those are called arousal or horniness. He says having those feelings means I’m probably not just a house slave but possibly also a sex slave. I’d never heard about sex slaves. At the institute we were divided into different groups, slaves who did house chores, slaves who learned how to take care of kids, or slaves who learned instruments or art. There were no sex slaves at the institute. Afterward Nadia told me that all slaves here were sex slaves. Master tried to explain a little, but I felt really dumb for not knowing and I didn’t dare to ask any questions. A scream, at a pitch not yet heard today, slipped past the ball gag from the nerves in her areola feeling like they were on fire. “Kiss me.” The general whispered, and Logan saw in his eyes that he meant it. Her daughter was a Goddess now, but the wrong one. This is the rides home, I thought desisex as I brought my hand up to her other nipple. She reached down and caressed it in her hands, enjoying the throbbing feeling she felt. I mean, we’d love to take it further but right now, indiangirl we just desiporn enjoy playing together whenever we can. I felt the mattress sink as someone sat beside me on the bed, the weight pulling the covers from my shoulders, leaving desigirl me exposed to the waist. She leans in and kisses me on the lips. “Tell me about Corruption.” Master said, sliding her tongue down my taint and reentering my gaping rim. “I would seriously advise that or to leave her alone. You felt amazing to me. I hope I make it hot for you every indianporn time we are together. She showed Bobby where the glassware was indiansex and Bobby filled two tumblers with ice. “You’re right. The same proceeded with the second foot and as soon she was standing completely inside the cover, she pulled it up over her head and closed the zipper shut from the inside. He eagerly punches it in his own phone. She elevated her hips from the floor in a gentle ascension, crying out weakly as she squirted a fourth time. We got a map and looked it over, choosing our path for the day. Again she turned toward Ephus, "it was you wasn't it?" Moving down her frame, we see a bust that protrudes vulgarly from the yellow spandex of her shirt. 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