The entire country was filled with slaves and slave owners. You were one or the other. And Gregor would always be a slave. And Avalon would always be ...an owner. His head hung low as he climbed into the back of the wagon, clutching the bag that contained his few possessions. He was the last of the slaves to get inside and the Overseer shut the barred door with a heavy thud before he locked the padlock. He moved around to the front of the wagon then to consult with the wagon driver before stepping. I told her blue brought out the color of her eyes. "Good answer!" she said and said she would be there within the hour.I decided I should get ready. If she was like other women I've known, I don't want to be anywhere near the bathroom nor bedroom while she was putting on the finishing touches.I had just finished getting ready when she walked into the bedroom. She was carrying a plastic covered dress and a shopping bag. She looked beautiful in her little short set. She apparently had had her. "With catlike grace, Rikki lowered herself to his bare feet. "Could youraise your leg?"Rick complied, though weary at what she was going to do. She thenwrapped her hands around his right foot. The moment her fingers duginto the soul of his foot, Rick felt a relieving prod which caused himto lean back in pleasure. Each prod sent a wave of pleasure up his leg,sending another quiver from his penis. He didn't expect a foot massageto feel so good and relaxing. It was as if the callouses on his. Chilled, but alsohorney, he reluctantly stopped stroking. He saw by a reflection of hishand mirror lying on his washbasin, that the camera stayed on him, untilhe picked up a magazine, and then it went away, came back, and went awayagain. Taking a deep breath, he saw with mixed emotions that Daphne hadgone onto more likely suspects. And he still needed to get off. The vision ofher shapely butt in bikini panties bending over was flooding his mind still,and his swollen balls were testament.