The slaves were marched in, directed and controlled by the security guards. There were at least fifty naked slaves; about thirty-seven beautiful young girls, and the rest were young men with their heads bowed.
“The men are not allowed to look at us yet, Senorita Traci.”
“They look so timid and meek,” I said. “Their c***s are all soft and shrunken. How can they f**k us?”
“Oh, Senorita Traci, do not be worrying. Their cruel Mistresses have starved them from s*x for at least two months. They have to wait for permission to have an erection before they can make their c***s hard. Then you will see a row of long, stiff c***s aimed at our p*****s!” She giggled and squirmed her buttocks.
Lunch was quick, but adequate. We were fed by the maids of our visitors, then ordered to return to the playr
