She had several tattoos at discrete points on her body. Intricate designs in stunning colours and shapes. At her ankle, upper thigh, just above her va...gina, a small tramp stamp at the base of her spine.She paraded round for them and showed off her magnificent body with her new bits and pieces.Simon and Claire were both well impressed and so turned on to see Harriet again. (Harriet didn't notice the cameras that had been fitted all round the room capturing her every move.)She giggled and asked. Michael knew Silk was bi curious so he decided it was time to allow her to explore. As he watched her with Stacey, he thought that she would be the best to help Silk explore her curiosity. He didnt know why but he felt Stacey was more Silks type. This decided he formulated a plan in his mind. Stacey was more alert now so Michael thought it time to move on. Normally if there were more than a few slaves, one would care for the other while he moved onto another slave but since this was Silks first. She could barely catch her breath as Suulin continued to ram himself into her mouth and throat. She gripped his thighs in a vain attempt to pull back but he was too strong and she just resigned herself to the onslaught. She felt herself swirl up into orgasm. Her mind and body whirling into the strongest most amazing orgasm of her life. Just as she shuddered in the final throes of her release, Suulin finally relented and pulled her head back by her hair, letting her breathe. Traynor felt. He could afford to work cheap, maybe even on shares, for someone he thought had talent but needed a little honing.Or, maybe he could write. After all, he'd have the time to concentrate on it, with no financial worries -- he could use his better times of the day, and not be forced to write late at night or on the weekends while working full time, like so many aspiring authors had to do. He could use his experience to do things right, and go beyond the normal, the expected, the formula, and maybe.