Even when he tried out the entrance at the end of her tunnel, the protector of her womb, she reacted favorably. Jozel was looking forward to touching her there with another part of himself. She was truly a treasure, and would likely fall as far as he'd want to. It was like this with innocent things, looking for approval from the first they'd had. In a way it was unfair, that she was this pliable, since her value might even exceed what her father owed if she could be trained right. Jozel never tell him that though.<br/><br/>His member continued to test the fabric of his underwear and the expensive pants when she obediently suckled the fingers that had drawn so much lust out of her cunt. To think she'd had her own juices on her tongue before she had her first kiss. So innocent and so lewd, all at once. Jozel petted her head another time for that, and knew that she saw the innate effect a budding girl like her had on grown men. It was rather plain for her to discover, even if she hadn't been searching for it. She might have been disappointed when he stopped his petting, but that didn't stop her from doing as she was told. That was a good sign.<br/><br/>He didn't have to wait long for her confusion to turn into coy. They were all transfixed while she disrobed. Jozel sat on the desk she'd left and looked her over once she had stripped down. She'd never been anywhere close to a situation like this, and therefore she was unaware of what shame she could be feeling. He gave her an approving nod when she had lost the gown, and waved outward for the the men. They were eager to show her their appreciation, and abandoned their duty as enforcers and protectors, and unzipped their black pants.<br/><br/>"What do you think?" he asked her, and suggested with a toss of his chin that she look around at her audience. Cocks of various sizes were there to sing her praise, wagging by the hands that held them. "Wave at them, and take it in. You did this all on your own." he said and the men huffed in agreement. Positive reinforcement for sordid things. It was the easiest way to darken her heart, and make it crimson, just like he needed it to be.<br/><br/>"Now come here." he said and stood up. And when she inevitably did, his hand would come out to grab her jaw so he could finally give her a deep kiss, fingers in her cheek keeping her mouth wide for his assumptive tongue, deposing a great wealth of saliva there during the lewd meeting of their lips. A bridge of spit still threaded their mouths together when he lifted his head to look down at her face, clasped in his hand. "Good girls greet their masters on their knees." He would let go if she knew to lower herself.