Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
When two girls turned their attentions to be, I was aware of their approach; I had watched in dread as they played with the fellow to my side; so I had steeled myself as much as possible. I counted urts jumping through a drain, and looked above them, avoiding any eye contact. I was burning red before they even turned their attentions to me.
Quite a crowd had formed now, all enjoying the sport of the playful kajira.
Their parting shot to my fellow, whatever it was, caused him to cry out wildly with pleasure to the laugher of the growing crowd. I dared a peak to see what had happened, which not only failed but was my downfall; as I did so, just as they turned to regard me. I caught the eye of one of the girls.
I was startled. My head swam at the sudden intoxicating scent of a wild perfume. Her olive ankles bore dancing bangles with tiny bells. I could scarcely breathe. I was stunned.
(Stop! Hands off - on your head - show the sexy slave girl how much or a slut you are, show her how desperate you are for release. Will she find your dickette pretty or will she just laugh at it straining and twitching to no avail there between your widely split thighs?)