"There were 17 female slaves when I ran away. I was number 13 and way down on the list of importance. I was never used for anything but sex, but the o...lder slaves also did the usual sort of household jobs. Oh, I would run errands sometimes, but mostly my job was to be available whenever one of the masters wanted to relieve his sexual urges. I was usually fucked in my cunt, but sometimes I was fucked in my asshole. I was also called on for blowjobs, and I got to be the favorite slave for that."My. I said yes. She replied can we talk in coffee shop and I was happy hearing that and said yes. we got to a coffee shop and she said her name is ramya asked about me and I said you look hot and she smiled and said and do you wanna fuck me I was stunned to hear that and I don’t know what to reply and she said I will charge 10000 for a night and I was so confused and finally came to sense and told her to come to my room. it was star hotel. I can’t wait to fuck her but i thought of doing something. She could just make out the words “Christmas Magic. Bitch.” woven into the mistletoe. Shit. Shit. Shit. How the hell do you explain that to your gynecologist?Maybe it was one of those stick on tattoos, she could just rub it... The second she started rubbing, she knew she’d made a mistake. The feeling shot over her like arcs of electricity – she felt her lips go numb, her legs began to shake and her nipples grew achingly hard – she could make out the tips through the fabric of her blouse.She. "You're very lucky. I know you don't feel that way now, but believe me you are." I don't feel lucky, Doc." I replied."When you made the diving tackle to save the game you broke your neck. I fused two vertebrae together. I need to run a couple of simple test right now."The doctor took a metal pen and poked my fingers. Not one but all of them. "Ouch Doc! That hurt. Does that mean my arms are ok?" I told him about the television series and he told me I made out much better.He then poked my feet.