Putting the boys out on display in a busy Gorean market street to entice in rich female customers
Both girls were dark-haired and dark-eyed. Their breasts were bared. Each, about her hips, wore a brief rag, knotted high on the left hip, to expose the left hip and thigh. Each, on her throat, wore a light, locked steel collar. The collars had writing on them, incised in the steel, which I could not read. The rag at their hips and the steel on their neck were all they wore. Both were barefoot. One had her toenails painted.
I too wore a collar, but no rag. It seemed so much more when one was naked.
"Now, how vital are you pretty one?" asked the one whose eye I had caught. She licked her lips, blatantly eyeing up my exhibited body, then pouted, "Aww poor baby."
Then they both giggled.
(Edge again, making sure you do not cum, in fact do so using the disposable electric toothbrush, switched on, just on and about you ball sac - imagine it is the hard, skilled, lacquered nails of the slave girls across the sensitive skin of you dickete and ball sac. Does it hurt a little, good, as I don't care.)