She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."

She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus." by kajirus

"Tongue," she ordered.

I stuck out my tongue, to much appreciation of the women that regarded me. I reddened.

"Yes, now we see" she said to the others, "when all his attributes are considered, the tarsk has the makings of a good male slave, a quite good slave."

They laughed.

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