You are obviously a slaver and have likely heard of the quality of slave Slutty sells. I need to see that my merchandise is unharmed.”He called a sl...ave over and whispered in her ear, then dismissed her.“They are on their way. So what is it you have on your mind.”“That depends on how big your operation is. For now, in exchange for you giving me back my girls, I will open our market to you. If your slaves can pass muster, they will be allowed in my auctions. If you so desire, I will also. Groaning in anticipation, she pushed Helena’s outer lips aside and then swiped her own wet slit across the red, raw vagina beneath her. Maria was completely gone. Her eyes were glazed over with pure bliss. Juice was seeping out from her hole and down Helena’s ass crack as Maria squatted over her prize, her nipples hard as rock as she surveyed the display beneath her. Helena couldn’t believe it. This beautiful, gorgeous slut above her was hers, and Maria was going to cum all over her, a. “To shave your vagina!”Hazel choked on her breath. “What, no way!”“If you back out, it’s a forfeit, and we know you don’t want that...!” Hazel recalled the last time she had backed out from one of Emily’s dares. The forfeit had involved a pair of used underwear and a very horny male friend of Emily’s. Hazel hadn’t been able to live it down for months. “Urgh, OKAY then, what am I going to use?”“Wax! I always keep some in my toilet bag!” Emily cheerfully went to her toilet bag and got out a. Froche parroted back, as a dark scowl invaded herface. "You dressed yourself before coming here, didn't you? Gregorydidn't do it for you like you're some sort of child?" No, I, uh ... I dressed myself," I answered."And you bought your own clothes didn't you; picked them out all on yourown?" the dressmaker demanded.Bracing for a hit, I nodded. "Yes."Ms. Froche exploded, roaring out a mighty, "Then tell me what impressionyou want to make or get out of my shop!"While not a physical strike, I.