“No, Damien, I am a slave. You do not pay me and I cannot ask for days to go other places. We are different,” I assured him.

ALL the men were silent and they didn’t move to clean me. I felt sticky and was slowly leaking their cum; I wanted to bathe. Still, they just lay there around me.

“Humans are different,” Bane suddenly said. “That is why it is a happy slave.”

The men murmured agreement and I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. I wanted to explain to them I wasn’t happy being a slave; I’d just made up my mind to make the most of my life. Being miserable would just make me feel worse and I would still be a slave.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Finally, Christof rose from the bed and picked me up.

about courtesans, Ciara? Were you

humans talk about

me. My chance for a bath diminished and I looked longingly

about them,” he

courtesans I knew about were all women. I just allowed the word

were the sexual partners of other humans. They did it as a job

power in this arrangement we

of what I was saying was based on my best guesses. I’d never expected to need to use this knowledge

them. Those patrons were relaxed

watched Christof’s face carefully as he considered

do sometimes talk with their

have never heard

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