The Slaved Virgin Offering

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I came, took her place...but..." She paused. "I know it's

er. She sat back on her heels

lty because you deprived me

She quirked a smile at him. He didn't seem as frightening when he had that expre

angle. The sight made her swallow hard. I could try it, she thought, looking at his lap warily...do what my sister does. It was so much bigger than the others though, even

emed disappointed by the idea that he w

on his shoulders, "what's

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had become when she was going to...to do that. She was sure why he wanted them, for the most obvious reason a man would want a dozen or so young women, and why a couple prostitu

another much more noticeable shock to run through her. She could feel the colour rise in her face. Her lips

if this was going to work. She was certain this was the crux of his d

rom mid thigh down, and stepped into the tub, lowering herself onto her knees on the bench besi

tly began massaging his legs, carefull

her body, especially her stomach and thighs, began to tingle with sensation. It wasn't totally unfamiliar, or unpleasant. She'd felt this way before, but it was another feeling entirely this close to

keep her hand

ht recall the guards and make a trade." Her hands were traveling up his thighs. She cou

y; there was no reason not to. No going back. Not just because she thought she should. She didn't want to go back. She was surprised by how much she actually wanted to touch it, and by how its twitching incited her t

legs. Too late now, she thought, and wrapped her fingers around the center of the long rigid shaft, squeezing gently. She was surprised and

tly up and down the shaft feeling it buck beneath her touch. She adjusted herself, sitting next to him, no longer caring if her dress was soaked and wrapped both hands around the dancing cock. She squeezed and tried to remember how Helena had done it. Helena had always used one hand, but that wouldn't suffice here as she couldn't get her fingers all the way around him, so she began slowly stroking the length of him wi