We all still had to perform sexually with whoever wanted it when ever it was demanded or forced upon us, there was not even any gender preference from... many whose right it was to take us. Many of the slaves still struggle and cry, but most have reconciled themselves to the treatment and some even enjoy it including myself. Yes we was slaves inprisoned for others sexual pleasures but we was fed well and kept clean unlike the slaves who worked the land or in servants quarters. Today is a. Sat up front and watched a very intense scene with two hot guys. WOW made my cock and balls tingle.This guy sits just off to the side of my seat, just enough I can see him but he can not really see me. He pulls his cock out and plays with it. Another guy walks in and sits beside him and they talk a bit. This mix couple sits on the other side of the theater and he plays with her tits. I am rubbing my cock through my shorts watching both side of me. VERY NICE!They all leave, just me in the front. Still lying on Alexis' bed, all his attempts to pull his hands free or reach the knots did nothing but make the ropes feel like they were getting tighter as the minutes passed. All the struggling had tired him to the point where his naked, 5'10" toned frame was covered in a light sweat as he just laid there with his chest heaving for air still trying to think of a way out of this mess in between moments of cursing the Wizard. But there was a number of things Robert didn't want to think about.He. A friend of mine that stayed a short time at Safehouse, (I cannot use her name without breaking confidentiality) wrote a lovely poem for the people that happened to be there when she was, and it explains some of the feelings that I went through. And even though it did not reveal all that had happened in our lives. ….everyone there had some sort of connection with the words that she wrote. If given the chance and the fire that burns within her stays as strong and as true as they did the night.