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Even as I consider it, so in me rejects the idea And not just because Gorde seeet rid of this enchanting creature too soon, myself
The prospect of enjoying her thoroughly has me far too excited
Gorde turns on the spray hose and strips off his clothes I shuck mine as well
The little human’s face remains impassive as she scans our naked bodies, but her lips part and her nipples harden the way they did when Gorde touched her in the market
We still haven’t spoken a single word to the slave herself, but we speak in Ocretion so she can understand us It’s a subtle power play—one Gorde and I have used a hundred tioods to fighting for our lives
I pick up the hose and turn the nozzle until the spray fans out lightly Gorde ht in front of ht Let’s wash the stench of the market off her”
I start with her head, rinsing the mud fro body She blinks the water from her eyes and shoves her hair back from her face, but otherwise makes no protest
 
; “It’s even prettier than we suspected,” Gorde says, picking up a strand of her moon-pale hair With the mud washed out, it lies in a smooth sheet down her back
I step in closer and bring the spray to her neck, then shoulders When I get to her breasts, I let ht
“Mmm Firm breasts Perfect size to fill my hand,” I observe
“Let me try” Gorde steps up behind her and wraps both his hands around her breasts froht” He squeezes her nipples
She shifts from one foot to the other, but still offers no protest
Good little slave Well-trained
Gorde releases her to find a skin cleanser and returns “She’s quite dirty,” he observes with a casual air as he rubs a dollop of cleanser between his two palet every crack and crevice clean”