The lead judge was the only one that spoke "It has long been the belief in our land that while a man may run his household as he pleases, it is his du...ty to bring pleasure to any woman he chooses to keep there. Today your efforts will be tested, you may begin now."The chosen girl gasped realizing just how lucky she was. The Test of Passion was something every girl unfortunate enough to be taken slave hoped would be her lot. And being chosen first, she knew this was a very special man.He paused. Donnie thanked the man for his time and left to drive to the second possibility. This was more modern than the first and was stylish in a kind of Scandinavian way inside."It's like walking into IKEA," Donnie suggested to the agent."Yes, it is very fresh, isn't it?" the agent replied."No, that's not what I meant," Donnie corrected her. "It's more ... sterile, minimalist, I don't know, kind of ... unlived in. It doesn't feel like a home."The agent scowled at Donnie's description."The property is. " Caroline was reasonably sure it was no problem. She thought she complied with all the regulations although it was difficult to be sure; they kept changing all the time. She sat back. The print of the dress she was wearing blended almost matched that of the chair. To Isobel it looked like her head, with its ruddy, chubby face, and her podgy hands and legs were emerging from the chair itself. "So how does this work? I mean do you want to look around or anything?" Ah, oh, err, yes. Just a. Washing Mr. Reid's smooth cockhead with my tongue and then letting that soft muscle flutter beneath him as I opened my throat."Oh! Christ ... I don't know how you do that!" he breathed with real admiration. "You're the only sissy in school that can take my cock, you know that?" Ummphh..." I moaned, pulling off him, pink faced and drooling spit and precum from my chin.I didn't bother trying to answer, I just went down again. My throat stretched easily around his hot meat and I shook my head,.