As she approached the common room where the pools were, she heard one such sound, a low rumbling that vibrated her bones and set her teeth on edge. It... was like a low growl, but it didn’t sound aggressive. It wasn’t a part of their language that she recognized, and so she inched forward to peer around the door frame so as not to disturb them. The room was packed with Krell, the corridor and the bedrooms she had passed had been empty but there were two dozen here, crowded around the shallow pools. Personal, Addressed to his email? That had to be a mistake. He had no friends, no acquaintances, hell, he thought, even his family didn’t talk to him anymore. They had called him many things before they disowned him, freeloader and scumbag being among the nicest. But this wasn’t an email from any of his family members, and if it was, it certainly wasn’t one he recognized. Out of curiosity more than anything he opened the untitled email. It read simply, what would you do if granted one wish? He. "Try with your tongue first before going to sucking." I nodded, stuck out my tongue and than ran it up his shaft, hesitantly. I felt him shudder as I ran over his sensitive spot and he smiled. I darted my tongue out, pressing against his sensitive spot, right under the head. He shuddered and made a very small moan, "Now your mouth." I opened my mouth and took him in. I imagined I was eating a Popsicle and pictured sucking one without biting. What seemed like seconds later, actually it was 7 or. She then walked over to the store owner, and showed her ID, and the slave collar registrations of her pets. Then she sat down on a comfy chair, which was made of a slave on a frame, and began to lightly tease the squirming bundle of womanhood encased beneath her as Emily was led off into the back tack room.Emily followed the shop owner into the tack room, where she was stood up upon a small platform. The tack shop owner quickly had her breasts cut free of the leotard and unitard, exposing her.