The warmth of Cala's body brought Vera's awareness to what was happening. Her eyes blink as the light from the blazing sun reflected off the waters of the pool. There was brief confusion as the setting around her filled her thoughts. It was like any other dream. No matter how odd things were, the dreamer would follow whatever role was assigned.

Even being pulled into another's created dream did not protect her from this. The confusion began to fade, like if she were waking up from a day dream. She began to remember that this was her pool and her land. The women and men around her were her servants and slaves that lived to serve her. Even the Arab princess clinging to her arm was devoted to serving her. This was her world and her life, to rule these people how she wished.

Vera smiled faintly at the feelings of fear coming from Cala. She followed the woman's gaze over to the male servants fanning them and attending to their duties. With a wave of her hand, she ordered them to leave. "Do my male servants bother you that much, Cala?"

Why did she do something like that for one servant? The Queen's fingers stroked gently over where the princess's heart beats. Though lavishly dressed, Cala's outfit hid nothing from her gaze. The fabric was fine to the point of nearly being transparent, allowing her to see details of the Arab's luscious form. Her soft smile remained as she could see those darkened nipples poking through the slave's clothing.

"Such a lovely body," she cooed. Her fingers gently traced slow circles around a single nipple. The slave princess attire did little to protect from her touch. "Are you pleased being this close to your Queen? A place that the other servants could only dream of having." She pinched the darkened nub, rolling it slowly between her fingers. She could feel the woman's heated blood throbbing beneathe her fingers. A soft purr sounds, showing that it was not just the sun making her body hot right now.

I was amused at how fast Vera could adapt to new situations on the fly she was able to quickly realize after a brief moment of confusion that she was in a dream, one created for both Cala and Vera I mused on the fact of taking Vera on a later date but that was the devices around the island that was compelling me to go but I had no orders to discipline or have my way with Vera, I was instructed by the Headmaster to focus on Cala and making her more submissive, well it seemed I did that already, but I don’t think he wanted me to make her so submissive that she wouldn’t like men.

I hoped maybe since Cala was in this vulnerable state Vera could mold her to what she wanted it would save me time in training her myself, but in the end I would take her new found virginity from her, I had told her I would make her a virgin once more but what I didn’t tell her I would take it away from her as well. This was something meant to confuse the subject and relive her first loss of innocents, I wonder how I would go about doing it perhaps in her room when she was alone.

I allowed the dream to continued the way Vera was guiding it, she seemed to have control over Cala and using her abilities very well including to bring it to a sexual concept as well, I could help but at this point my presents was not needed so I remained out of the picture for now and watch and enjoy how the outcome was going.

"My queen does honor her servant” or was I a slave. Did I really have a choice? Did I want one? Confusion reigned in my head while her hand traveled over my chest and found the tender nub. Blood flowed, leaped upwards as she rolled me between her fingers and my body began to respond as I would with a man.

The woman thing was new. Yes a small kiss with another, pleasant at that. Even a bit of petting, but my queen seemed to wish more. She wanted me. The heat of her body beside me, the way her fingers played with my nipple. Erotic and sexual this I could be sure of.

Would I be what she wanted? The fear leaped to my mind even as the desire awoke in my gut. I could give her pleasure, even take it. That kiss from long ago had been fun, not like kissing a man, but fun no less. Even pleasurable. Now as her fingers played along my skin I could feel the prickles of pleasure roll from my breast to my middle causing the soft mews of pleasure to waft up my throat. Letting them pass my lips I turned on my back so my queen could play with all of me if she so desired.

“Yes, My queen….if it is your desire then I shall serve you with all I have, but I am unsure of this .. well what you wish me to do. Shall I receive or give, what is your desire?” For I was uncertain and my voice resonated with that uncertainty as I spoke. If it was necessary I would use fingers and mouth much like a good male lover had on me. I would do what I found pleasurable and then try to discover what she would want from there.

I found as the words settled that my nipples were hard against the sheer fabric. That my tummy rumbled with the soft pang of desire. Sexual desire above and beyond the mental desire to serve. Bringing one knee up the gown shifted, allowing my queen access to the leg unfettered from ankle to privates. Privates so recently violated by men…a violation this woman had saved me from.

“I would not have my queen miss a cooling breeze just because I am squeamish with her male servants…I….I can…I will be what my queen needs with them about or not. “ A wicked thought rolled though my head that the men is question would be forced to watch and not get a moments pleasure from our tryst. A sweet revenge that I could savior as much as the pleasure that spread through my body with her touch.

Having already waved the male's away, she saw no reason to call them back. Perhaps past experiences made her more attracted to females, even if such memories were out of reach while in this dream. All she had were her instincts and whatever facts were flowing into her head as she continues to dream. She was their queen, she need not report to anyone. She was in power and could use it how she wished.

Seeing the little princess so devoted to her, she had no reason to resist her own desires. Watching Cala's body arch gently into her pinching fingers, she could feel her own body tingling with anticipation for whats to come. Her fingers move from the woman's hardened peak and glided down the darkened skin of the slave's stomach. No longer needing to play those silly games of politics, she could take what she wanted from the woman before her.

"Oh it is very much my desire..." she replied with a purr. Her fingers took the invitation and traced up Cala's leg. Moving up the woman's inner thigh, Vera let her fingers dance just around the woman's exposed sex. She awakened the senses and narrowly avoids touching the still hidden pearl. The queen's smirked slyly, enjoying the sight of this submissive princess.

"Your life belongs to me, my little princess," she cooed softly, fingers tracing along the collar around Cala's neck, "If you wish to continue to receive my favor, then you best show these other servants and slaves that you are the only one capable of pleasuring your Queen. My desires are your desires, you will obey me not because I say you do but because you wish it just as much as I do. Pleasing me is your pleasure, show the others how much you desire my pleasure."

Vera's heart raced as that familiar haze of lust rolls through her thoughts. Her personality was melding with her current role. The faint questions in the back of her head were fading away along with her awareness of what was happening. In this dream there was no more student or Head Girl named Vera but a queen of an Egyptian empire.

While the two was in there dream sharing what was and wasn’t real I looked around Vera living quarters, I had quickly notice the school outfit that was laid out, I had forgotten to tell Vera that she would be wearing the normal school outfit these days, just a wave of my hand over the uniform had changed it into what the uniform for the other girls would wear. I created makeup that she would want to use if the desire to do so came up when she awoken. “There that should help you from breaking your promise to me and making excuses.” I say to my self still observing the dream.

I return to the two sleeping maidens in the bedroom and pull away the sheets and blankets looking at the girls curvy figures and smiled as I had there nightgowns dissolves away from them. “My, my such beautiful vixens we have here.” I grin looking at there body’s seeing there breathing was normal but slightly elevated because what was starting to happen n there dreams that was linked with my help.

Most of the manipulation of the dream was in Vera hands and little was under the control of Cala, all she could do was react to what was happening and Vera could create things from thin air if she choice to do such. I moved over to Cala and began to stroke over the crevice of her folds slowly up and down as I let my fingers of my other hand to gently brush up and down her firm stomach. I was enjoying the touch of her soft and now perfect skin I watched to see how the dream was progressing and was amused how Cala was so submissive I wanted that part of her to remain but I would have to fix it where she was also interested in men as well, it appeared I had broken her but more then I expected or wanted but how would Vera help put the pieces back together I would have to watch and see.

The breath catches in my mouth as her fingers dances across the smooth soft skin of my thigh. Slowly my eye lids fall till I am one with the touch in a world of blackened pleasure. With my eyes closed it could be a man, but I know better…I know it is all my queen. Even so my blood quickens and my pulse pounds.

Her scent, so fragrant catches the soft breeze of the fan and envelopes me. Shifting I open myself ever so slightly to her touch. Nothing blatant, just a slight change in posture brought on by that delectable finger path upon my naked skin. If serving her is this much pleasure than I shall be eager indeed to do so.

And so I relax upon the pillows and resolve to let my queen have her way…to do whatever she asks of me as my body grows warm and the heat rises in my cheeks. Taking my own hand I lightly run a finger along her arm. The arm she uses to bring a fire to my aching belly.

“Yes my queen…and what would you have me your humble servant…I dare say slave do? How can I sate my queen’s desires? Does she wish to play my body till I must beg for her, beg for her like I have never had to do for a man? Or does she wish for me to pleasure her…what would give her greater pleasure, me calling out her name…or she moaning to the gods her joy?”

The queen smiled as the princess swooned to her touch. Cala was quick to give into her delicate yet skillful touch. But it was not the slave's place to live in luxury. No, this woman existed for Vera's pleasure and her pleasure alone.

Cala was learning quickly though as eyes look up upon her queen. A single finger slid along her pale arm. The further the princess's touch rose, the hotter she became. Vera kept her composure as she took a slow breath before sliding her own fingers up Cala's lovely form. She stroked the woman's cheek as she gazed down into her eyes. "A servant exists to pleasure me, my pet," she cooed, "My pleasure comes before your own. Please me, slave. You are not to receive bliss lest I receive it first."

Vera leaned back on the soft pillows, sighing softly as servants continued to fan her glistening form. Other women around the pool smirk at one another as they slowly move up behind Cala. The slave princess would soon feel the skillful touch of other slaves stroking along darkened flesh. The queen did not seem to mind, knowing the other slaves wanted this position even more than Cala did. Their fingers quickly closed in on the various soft places of the woman's body, seeking to arouse and subdue the young arab before she had a chance to bring Vera to bliss. The princess was now racing against her own arousal in order to grant her queen's request.

Opening my eyes I regarded my queen from under my brows.

“As you command” softly said, a whisper designed to tickle the edges of her hearing. Rolling with all the grace I could muster I moved me body along then over her so that our skin caressed but did not press together. Tingles of electricity rose from my hardened nipples as I lightly dragged the up her soft and supple flesh. Heat flared anew in my body as I made my way up hers…lips…breasts…and fingertips.

Things down low in my belly spun, heated and yearned for a touch. Yet it was my queen’s command that I please her first. Lips, full and round touched the sweet curve of her neck, her scent stronger in my nose as I moved along the edge of her pulse and felt the beat of her heart racing beneath my lips. A thrill rose in my heart and head when I felt the race of her blood and knew I was giving her pleasure already.

Eyes fluttered open and I looked behind me at the touch of another upon my raised ass. The woman smiled, a hauntingly knowing smile as her fingers began to tease the flesh and other joined in…stroking me. Legs…arms…even my breasts so long as they did not touch the queen. Only I…only I was touched and teased by the warm hands across my flesh. Inside my heart began to race, blood pulsing as the flame within burned hotter.

Once more my queen’s words echoed in my head. ‘My pleasure comes before your own’. It was a test, a deviously executed test of my skill and my control. For a moment I doubted my own ability. I had not given another woman the blissful release of orgasm before. The fingers that stroked me know seemed practiced as opposed to my clumsy attempts. Yet I had to do it. Had to succeed were others had no doubt failed.

Fingers traced there way along the other side of her chin as I played my lips slowly down her neck…down…down…to the point her shoulders joined with her neck and I found the long round muscle that would guide me like an arrow too one perfectly round breast. She trembled beneath the touch…the kisses…the small nips as I drew her flesh into my mouth and let her feel the hardness of my teeth. Softly…not to leave a mark, but rather a remembrance of the passing of my mouth long after it went south.

A soft moan drifts from my own lips as fingers close in on my..and tongues dance their own way along my flesh..along my ass…along and downwards. Hands guide my legs open, as if insisting that I will loose this battle. My own hand tightens in the fabric of the pillow, the other around the soft round pile of flesh that is my queens’ right breast.

“Hmmmmmmmoohhhh”

The Queen smiled faintly at the response. Yes, she was in control just how she should be. The hot desert sun left her body sweating from the unrelenting heat. The fanning leaves were only bringing a small relief to her heated body. There was little the servants could do to calm down her growing urges as Cala began to pleasure her mistress.

She could feel heated blood pulsing against Cala's rock hard peaks as they drag ever so slowly up her body. Her own body reacted to match the wonderful sensation. Vera's breasts swell, firming with arousal as her nipples poke through the soft white fabric of her top. Though a Queen, she wore a simple white and gold top with a matching skirt. Though skirt was an overstatement being nothing more than a golden cord around her slender waist and two long strips of cloth to cover her rear and sex.

Vera's eyes fell shut as the woman's lips press against her neck. A soft sigh of pleasure fell from her lips as her head slowly tilted to the side. The timid yet eager advances sent a fluttering up inside her belly. She found herself dwelling on the sensations the woman's touch brought to her body and looked forward to feeling more, much more. Fingers lightly stroked through Cala's hair, enjoying her moment of reverie

The other slaves smirked when Cala finally noticed them. They had played this game before. Usually they were quick to turn on one another, eager to be the one pressed against their queen's perfect form. But all the slaves had the same goal now. They had to stop this princess here and now lest the woman gain Vera's favor.

Fingers explored over the Arab's curves. They first began with soft teases but soon some grew bolder and began to pull aside the woman's clothing. Luscious breasts were soon free from Cala's slave outfit, bouncing and swaying for all the slaves to see. The woman would feel the soft fabric of her bottoms being pulled over firm rear and down her shapely thighs. They knew the princess was helpless to stop them as she had her own duty to follow.

With the woman's top no longer protecting her and her skirt now resting around her ankles, the fingers began to skillfully stroke and rub over the woman's lovely breasts and between her thighs. The braver slaves leaned in from the sides, running their long rough tongues up under Cala's breasts and along the sides while fingers pinch and twist the hardened nipples. Nails lightly drag up and down the princess's sides while others stroke along the woman's firm calves. Not one area was spared from the cruel slaves' advances.

Whether it was willing or not, the princess's thighs spread slowly apart exposing her prize to all the slaves behind her. Fingers slide along the slippery nether lips, dipping in slowly only to spread them fully apart. Another set of fingers began to pinch and roll Cala's clitoris, molding the hardening nub like it were clay. Then with a soft giggle, a slave pushed two fingers into her exposed passage. The fingers wiggle and stroke slowly, going deeper in search for the Arab's precious spot.

"Mmm.." Vera was drifting in her own world. Living a life of a queen, any past life and work she may have had was no longer a thought in her mind at this point. The gentle touch along her chin guide her head into a more accessable position for Cala to work with. She cooed softly in pleasure as those warm lips kiss and taste along her neck to her shoulders. The thin fabric of her top did little against the elements and did even less to stop her from feeling her slave's touch over her lovely mounds.

Vera slowly reached up and pulled aside one half her top while the slave moved the other, causing her breasts to come into full view. The slaves all stopped to stare at the pale orbs glistening before the sun. The darkened peaks rose and fall gently with her soft breathing, drawing every eye to her seemingly perfect chest. But soon the view was taken by Cala's head as the princess nipped softly at her supple flesh causing gasps of pleasure to sound from their Queen's lips. Even as the lips moved further south, Vera could still feel the touch of Cala's teeth and the saliva cooling on her smooth skin.

As the sound of pleasure rolls from the Arab's lips, the slaves renewed their efforts. Such sounds were signs of weakness in their little game. It meant fingers and lips had found their mark. The women continued to stroke, lick, and rub every little spot that brought forth a gasp from the princess. Vera did not pay attention. She knew her slaves would fight for her favor as they should. But her closed eyes fluttered as a low groan sounds from her throat. Nails dig into the pillows she layed upon as Cala's fingers dig into her precious orb sending forth a mixture of pain and pleasure through her chest causing her body to arch gently.

My body trembles at the touch of the young nubile women that queen keeps for her comforts and pleasure. Their talented hands and tongues eager to bring me to pleasure. A skilled eagerness….very skilled as the fingers sliding in and out of my wet flower find the key to keep the nectar flowing.

Another moan is forced past me lips as they tease my queen’s hardened nipple. A rush of hot air across the round fullness of her taut breast that brings renewed interest to my body by those that stoke the flames. They add logs now, the fire started to build into a rage. I tremble again, but this time in fear that I have neither the skill nor the patience to be able to outlast my queen.

Yet, even as my hand grips her other breast and I bring thumb and forefinger around that turgid nub and squeeze the thought comes to me of how she might punish me. My eyes stray to the man with the fan, stray to his lust filled face. Is that my punishment…to be given to the likes of him…to be given to them all.

My heart quickens…resolve flows outward on the same veins that heat and pleasure flow. I will do what it takes to avoid the fate of being given back to the company of men. I do not relish to ever again feel the helplessness I felt at their cold and evil hands. It had been rape, and to avoid that fate I would willingly give myself to my queen’s pleasure and those of her female company.

No longer are logs heaped upon my fire by the touches of the gathered women. Once more I can concentrate on my task and let me lips head south across the smooth undulating expanse of her abdomen. The soft warm skin, salty to the taste meets my lips and tongue. Rather than back down her body I shift…turn…slowly….tongue working to the crease of her leg sensing her desire as she shifts and opens herself slightly more so.

I take a chance. The willful girl that father failed to beat into submission rises subconsciously within. Lifting my leg I cross my queen’s body, holding the flower of my youth above her head. A tempting target…a challenge if it might be thought of such. The slurping sounds of fingers plunging in and out of me certain to fill her ears with the music of sex.

My own lips and tongue play closer…circling the hood that hides her pearl. Teasing at the moist pink folds while I open her further, exposing the line of pink…the delicate sensitive flesh that glistens in the light of day. My eyes stray to the man with the fan as he falters, the sight of the queens sex now so prominently displayed before him. Lust fills his face.

Heat fills my own face, I hate him…I hate that look. Quickly I drop my head to cover my queen as a hen covers her chicks. She who has brought me here, who protected me from the further advances of men…I will not let them enjoy her in any way. I will protect her if with nothing more than the veil of my own dark black hair.

My own finger presses against her teasing the folds of her lips as I move them aside. My tongue works the soft flesh of her hood back, to reveal the pearl. I breath in drinking in the sweet scent of her sex and wonder if I have been too bold…will she touch me as I touch her…will it be thought of as a challenge? And then my tongue lightly touches her and I shudder at the pleasure of giving to another. For with me sex and lust are as much about receiving as giving. Those that stroke my skin perhaps will never understand that now, between my queens legs, satisfying her hunger is more intoxicating than any of their touched combined. Once more the fire flares brighter…but this time it is not logs but coal. And time is running short.

The Queen echoed with her own moan as she felt the hum of Cala's voice vibrate into the hardened peak, rippling outward into her swollen mound. A soft smile spreads across her lips as she stirred gently on the pillows. The smell of sex was smothering her. She could hear the lewd slurp of juices as the slaves focused on dominating the young princess.

Her thoughts drift like if she were floating on the Nile as lustful daydreams came into the view of her mind's eye. She felt Cala's thighs slide around her body. The smell of sex grew thicker as the slave's sex nearly pressed into her face. Heated breaths caress over the glistening netherlips as Vera's hands soon joined the slaves, stroking up Cala's sides just barely teasing the woman's breasts before sliding back down.

"Ahh..." she gasped softly, "Y-Yess... Right there..." she moaned softly. The princess's tongue had succeeded in goading her glistening pearl into view. Every lick brought sparks flying inside her body as the hardening pearl pulsed and twitched with untold pleasure. Vera's hips gently swayed, rising to Cala's touch as she took advantage of her uncovered sex. The slave would no doubt feel the warm juices beginning to trickle from her pink folds.

Slaves sensing their mistress succumbing worked desperately to send Cala over the edge. Lips and teeth nibble as the slave's ears while another more devious woman tried to guide the princess's face into her own glistening folds. Despite their fighting, they were all heavily aroused by the sight as sex filled the heated air around them. Male slaves and guards could only watch with longing as they tended to their own heavy erections.

The soft melody of my queen’s voice sent spears of pleasure bursting in my gut; the rising tide of joy threatening to sweep me over the edge into my own spasm of pleasure. My tongue stopped its flickering dance upon her nub while I tried to breath and settle my seething insides. Like a dancer I spun in the web of my own lust. Spun till I could breath once more and the gathering audience exhaled in shear frustration that I had not been captured in that web.

Her folds grew slick, her taste more full as I pressed myself to my duty. Slowly…then speeding up I stroked her with one..then two fingers. The sound of sex now pervaded my hearing, wet sloppy squishy sounds as I plumbed her folds and my tongue made busy to slurp up the nectar now flowing in abundance.

Yet my tongue did not ignore her pearl, on, then off…giving her a moments respite before I engaged it once more. Even teeth found their way down her soft folds, gently nibbling; teasing…I used every trick I had ever used on a man…every trick men had ever used on me. I wanted to be at her side. I wanted the pleasure of woman and the safety that entailed. Let the men around my queens bed have to use their own hands on themselves and wish they could have me.

With that thought I swayed my hips, undulating with my pelvis as fingers probed me and found the sweet spot inside. Once more I gasp in delight. Once more the slaves redouble their efforts. I want to scream out in joy…I want to succumb to them. I can taste it in the roof of my mouth. I can feel it in my fingers and toes. Toes that curl…calves that curl upwards as my body goes taught and the fight grows harder. My hand curls in the pillows, grips one tightly so that the knuckles grow white and the tendons stand out.

One false move and I will be punished. I ride the razors edge of desire, uncertain that I can win at this game. Uncertain that if my queens hands found me I might prevail. Perhaps they already have….oh god…not a good thought…not at all as I contemplate in a moment of insanity that it is her fingers inside me, working my wet and willing passage.

I moan…grovel…and bury myself in her sweet snatch. My mouth grows frenzied with desire….

The slaves giggle as they felt Cala tense up. They knew the poor princess was reaching the point of no return. Fingers stroke in constant circles around the woman's throbbing G-spot as other fingers circled the woman's clitoris in perfect sync. The combination was enough to send any woman to their knees but Cala did not hesitate in her advances on their Queen's body.

Vera dragged her nails up and down Cala's back. Her toes curl and uncurl slowly as her hips rise up in slow thrusts against the invading fingers. The Queen's eyes were rolling back in her head, losing herself in the sounds and smells of sex. She knew it was not only Cala's sex making the lewd slurps of squishing juices now. Her insides tremble, hugging tightly around the Arab's fingers causing even more friction and pleasure to ripple up into her very core.

"Ohhh... Oh Goddess!" she moaned as Cala's fingers brushed just past her most sensitive of places. Her hips grind into the woman's face. The warm rough tongue dragged over her violently twitching pearl. Her entire body shudders as she began to arch up off the pillows. The butterflies in her belly had long melted into that familiar liquid heat. There was nothing she could do to hold it back as it seeps outwards, filling her with bliss. The sensation reached her womb and down into her loins causing her insides to tense and shudder violently. Her sex contracted hungerly, twitching over and over until the heat rushed straight through her very soul.

"Ahhhhnnnn!" her cry of bliss met groans of failure and arousal from the slaves as their queen suddenly explodes into a violent climax. Juices gush and squirt forth from her body, feeding into Cala's mouth and covering her face in her precious nectar. Vera groaned, writhing on the pillows. She never felt so good in her life.

I squeezed my eyes tightly in an effort to keep from melting on the spot. Fingernails racked my back, a delightful mix of pain and pleasure. My insides tensed, every muscle in my body growing ridged while my queen bucked upon her bed of pillows below me. I could sense the edge in her, could feel it first hand in me as we both raced to the point of oblivion.

Her squeal of delight, her moan, her sudden clenching of her knees about my head and the spray of her juices upon my lips sent me over the edge. I withered over her, my breasts pressed to her stomach, her breasts pressed to mine. I cried out….

“Ahhhoohhhhhhh” a chorus to my queens and the fingers withdrew, the hands left me as the selfish slaves lost their chance leaving my twitching body at a loss for sensation. I wanted those fingers in me…those tongues upon me as I thrashed in bliss. The crash to sudden as they left me.

Still, I worked my queen, playing with her swollen and sensitive clit. Driving her along that edge until she could not stand another moment. I wanted her to remember me. I needed her to protect me and so would do anything I could.

Of course had I known that a woman’s touch, a woman’s orgasm could mean this much pleasure in the giving and receiving I never would have left my father’s house in search of the comfort of men and he would never have realized what we girls were up to. I was no longer his…I was my queens.

Heels drag over the sheets and pillows. The Queen kicked her legs weakly as her servant continued to pleasure her like the slave she was. Vera's eyes fell to the sky, seeing the blazing sun above. But she did not pay attention to the hot sun or the swaying fans as she looked up into the heavens. She cared about only one thing and that was the woman buried between her thighs.

Her eyes fell lower to the see the lovely woman's sex before her. Juices flowed freely. She could see muscles twitching, begging to be touched just a little more so they would feel what she was feeling right now. Licking her lips slowly, she wanted to reward this slave princess. Just a small taste of what it feels like to be a Queen.

Vera's fingers slide over Cala's rear, squeezing the firm cheeks as she brought her face deep between her thighs. Her tongue slides ever so slowly along the slave's glistening folds. She kissed the woman's clitoris, suckling gently before moving lower. Her tongue dips in slowly, tasting just inside the woman's slit before slide in and out thrusting her tongue like it were her own fingers.

The other slaves could be heard moaning as they began to pleasure each other. Some even moved to the male slaves to be filled with their hardened rods. The entire area was soon filled with the grunts and moans of sexual bliss, leaving the real world behind as they dwell in the realms of bliss.