<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 took her time passing through the royal market towards her compound. Instead of returning directly with her purchase, she wandered the narrow lanes of market stalls and browsed the goods and slaves being offered for sale in case anything more caught her eye.<br/><br/>Wanre had responded admirably to the caress of her skilled fingers and the contact of her ripe buttocks on his cock. His engorged phallus reared from his loins, bobbing to and fro as he was blindly led behind her. Sumara felt herself moistening as her thoughts dwelt on the impressive male appendage. Her good spirits were further lifted by the envious looks she was receiving from some of the passersby.<br/><br/>As the slave trader perused the stall of a jeweller, inspecting some bejewelled torques and bracers with one hand whilst stroking Wanre's erect shaft with the other, the slave suddenly spoke out. With the male's atrocious Nesstran accent it took Sumara a moment to recognise the mangled imperial tongue. She raised an eyebrow and then laughed gaily as her purchase addressed her as great misstress and thanked her for purchasing him.<br/><br/>"So you speak a little of the civilised tongue?" She replied in common, knowing that though muffled she could still be heard through the slave hood. "Well you might thank me pretty one. As my possession you will have certain chores that I'd warrant you will find far from unpleasant."<br/><br/>As if to make her meaning perfectly clear, Sumara's fingers circled the slave's cock just below the swollen glans. The ball of her thumb slid over the smooth head of his cocktip, massaging the sensitive flesh. Her body too was responding to the constant teasing. She could feel the heat and dampness of her sex, eager to taste the flesh she had procured.<br/><br/>"Have you ever been used by a free Takrin woman slave?" She asked him.