<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/><br/>A drop of precum oozed from the slit of Wanre's cocktip and Sumara spread the creamy fluid with her thumb to coat the bulbous purple cockhead. She smirked as the slave replied to her enquiry, his Nesstran accent sounding incongrous with the speech of civilised females.<br/><br/>So the slave had not been coupled by a woman in many years. Sumara reluctantly released her grip of his cock, if he had been untouched for as long as he attested then her manipulation might empty his sack prematurely. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the sheen of his precum from her thumb. It was rich and salty, it's taste pleasing to her. If his seed took root as good as it tasted he would be an asset to her house.<br/><br/>The slaver recommenced her journey, tugging on the silken leash to bring Wanre to heel. The want of her loins needed to be addressed and she no longer dawdled by the stalls. The slave dealer, her guardswomen and the purchase were soon exiting the market onto the street where Sumara's compound stood.<br/><br/>Sumara and Wanre continue here;<br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136475.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136475.0)