<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div><br/>Sumara led her newest slave in through the front entrance of her compound. Several of her free employees were gathered in the central courtyard of her villa. The slaver noted that the women were those that had been expected back from a slave procuring mission into the deep desrts to the south. The small band had divested themselves of their armour and clothing and were frolicing in the courtyard's bathing pool, no doubt to wash the sand and grime of the desert from themselves. The slaver led her hooded and bound acquisition to the pool's edge.<br/><br/>"Greetings Jabbress." The women called out to Sumara, pausing their roughousing to greet the mistress of the house.<br/><br/>The women crowded the edge of the pool to get a better look at the slave Sumara was leading. Lewd and somewhat envious comments flew as they got a close look at Wanre's swollen manhood. One of the younger guardswomen playing splashed Wanre's engorged member with water.<br/><br/>"Hah, his cock needs cooling down Jabbress." The women cried out laughing. "It looks fit to erupt already. He might wilt before you can put that beautiful shaft to good use."<br/><br/>A couple more of the bathing women joined in the sport, either flicking or spitting cool water onto the slave's tortured genitals. Sumara smiled indulgently at their antics, allowing their game to continue.<br/><br/>"A shame that would be." Sumara chuckled. "Though making a pretty one like this rise to purpose would not tax me."<br/><br/>"I will receive your report on the trading mission presently." Sumara informed the senior woman. "For the moment continue your bathe."<br/><br/>The slaver led her prize into one of the villa's reception rooms. Guiding Wanre across the mosaic tiles she positioned him in front of a low couch which she then pushed him backwards onto. She stared down at the pretty male hungrily.