She said she would only follow through if I was present. It seemed like a fair enough situation, since the possibility of something occurring was just... as intense as the reality– or so it seemed. One day I was at the gym. As I was returning to my locker after my shower in the corner, my locker was blocked by a bulky naked black man who had his back to me. When I said ‘excuse me,’ he turned around and I noticed it was Ron, who I never had seen there before. With a big grin he held out his hand to. “Mr. Snead, what have to done to this room? Did you light a candle? That smell reminds me of...” her voice trailed off as she took several more sniffs. “It reminds me of home, like I belong here or something.” She shook her head, but the aroma did not leave her. She rubbed her eyes and I grabbed her as I thought she might faint. I lead her to a chair and let her sit down. She shook her head once again but still she could not stop sniffing. She spoke, “Mr. Snead, do you mind if I take my shoes. Uhhhh fuck” Kristen moaned as Jake slammed his dick harder into her ass as he grabbed the couch for support. “Ohhh fuck….. Ahhh yeah Kristen” Jake moaned.“Ohhh fuck…. Ahhh Jake….uhhhh fuck yeah!!!” Kristen moaned loudly as she unexpectedly came as her juices shot upwards to Jake’s chest and landed on her legs, his chest, the outer end of his cock, and on the top of her pussy. “Ahhh…. ohhh fuck…. uhhhh yeah” Kristen cried out as she was catching her breath. “Ohhh fuck, ahhh yeah” she said still. " Alice answers."What do you suggest then?" you say, grabbing one of her tits.You sit in your garden, naked in your comfortable chair next to a table, right in front of your mansion. You are the only person out there. Right next to you is Alice, a blonde gorgeous 19 y.o female of 1,75 height and a big c-cup cleavage. Like all other objects in your mansion, she does not wear clothes inside your property. Unlike most of the other slaves, she is not shackeled, only collared. Also you did not.