This also pleases the owner-which is the focus of all of the slave's thoughts, and deeds. The slave has no words, except upon and order pr invitation ...to speak. Silent and obedient, thinking only of how better to serve the Owner, and if the Owner is not present how better to serve everyone else. The slave is the lowest order. Naked at ALL times. Sold to a country in which keeping naked slaves is not only acceptable, but a symbol of wealth and status. Once a slave in this country-there is no. Obsessed. One day, they heard me in the girls' bogs with my breast pump and they shouted through the door that they were going to tell Miss Potter-List I was doing rude things to myself with a machine." Potter-List? This was the PE teacher?" That's her. Grant thought of calling her Potter-Mozart, but it sounded so daft, we settled for Potter-Brahms. Anyway, I put the pump in my bag and came out of the cubicle and told them I'd let them see my tits if they promised not to tell anybody. By then. It would be the difference between you having enough tolive on or getting chucked out on the street. It's up to you. Bye.'Sheila went out and closed the door behind her.I went over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was so full of doubtsand conflicting feelings. I knew my confidence was low and who'swouldn't be after the day I had just experienced! However, looking atthe girl in the mirror, I also knew that I liked what I was seeing.My heart was beating like a drum and I hate to think what. No one even comes close to comparing to my perfect looks.’ Her eyes then traveled down my body, just the same as I’d done for her. ‘And, like I said, you’re pretty good-looking yourself.’ ‘You’re complimenting an ordinary guy like me? Wow. I’m humbled to be noticed by such a ‘big celebrity’ like you.’ ‘Shut up,’ she playfully remarked. ‘Still, I bet you’ve gotten laid plenty of times, huh?’ I didn’t want to lie, so I decided I might as well partially admit to my sexual escapades. ‘I suppose you.