For debauchery was best indulged in the night, in the darkness with only the pale flickering of candles to illuminate his desires. He had watched as o...ne after another the men had come to sample the girl chained to the floor. For a new slave had to be tested. Her endurance had to be monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy cheeks parted with dirty fingers, the soft pink of her anal opening provocative to the gaze of all. Her secret depths. I did get the hint it was a prelude to some request from Rose though, and I was almost right.It wasn't really a request, but it was a reasonable near order. Rose hadn't bothered to mention the hundred and twenty dozen eggs she'd brought with her. These weren't for eating though, they were hatchable eggs. Sigfried had done something to them to make sure things didn't go horribly wrong during shipment. Rose had also managed to get a metal henhouse packed without using up too much room.Of course. In the silence of her mind, she gasped, “Horny for one of my underage students!?”“You look ... flustered,” he said.“I’ve been thinking about the magic wand,” she said.He grinned. “Is that what we’re calling it? The magic wand?”“It isn’t funny, Bobby,” she said.His face went impassive.“Of course not,” he said. “It just seems...”“Trite? Cartoonish? I didn’t name it that. It just came out of my mouth that way.”“Hey, calm down. You can call it anything you want to. You earned that right.”Now the. The sensation was amazing and my knees nearly buckled as the feeling went straight down to my cock which started to rise again, tenting my thong with a wet patch slowly spreading out across the front. I decided I needed to get home and changed. I handed the jeans in and made my way to the bus.Arriving home I found another box left outside, it looked to have come from the same site as the thong. I took it in, took my shoes off and walked up to my bedroom in stockinged feet and into my bedroom.