Chocolate gave a husky, challenging chuckle.  This was a "fight" she was itching for, even though she knew she was bound to loose.  Likely any one of these girls was her equal in bed, but she couldn't resist the need to show them she was their equal, at least one on one, or better still, show the collared harlots that a free woman could put them in their place.  A wild and reckless fantasy goaded her on, of stealing all three of them when shewas finished here.<br/><br/>Straightening up, she rose to her knees, legs spread, and beconed them with the fingers of one hand.  "You think to make me your plaything, collared harlots?  There's not enough girl between the three of you to make a free courtesean yeild.  Do your worst!"<br/><br/>Not waiting, she threw herself atop the cleverest girl, pinning her blossom beneath one knee, and hungrily had her way with the slave girl's lips while her hands ripped aside the scant covering to her bossom and her fingers massaged her globes in tiny circles.