Slave dance
When he arrived, she was napping on her slave cushion at the foot of his bed, breasts bare with only a sheer panty covering her heat. Her flame – red hair seemed like a veil covering the soft curves of the body he knew was luscious and sweet. One of her caramel -colored nipples peaked out and he felt his mouth water. She was holding an old shirt in her arms which she often did if he was away. Sleeping with something he had worn, for some reason, comforted her…the scent probably, as she was very responsive to aromas and scents. He stood for a moment at the doorway, watching her breathe, his body stirred by the sight of her. He had never owned a slave before. Now he had two and was constantly amazed …