"I'm terribly sorry," Davis suddenly said.

It was only because it clicked into her mind that it was Davis' voice that Leslie turned his way. "I hadn't thought of the fact you had arrived with a female slave. My man should have offered you your choice in replacements. If you'd prefer, you may use Ilisa until 'K' is returned to you."

Oh my God, Leslie thought. He thinks I'm gay!

She gave a quick look over to Davis' slave girl. The fantastic blonde was smiling sweetly and licking her lips in a fascinating way. One that make Leslie wonder about just how well trained the woman was. A shiver shot through her as Leslie felt her pussy getting wetter.

But there other things for her to concentrate on.

Like Evan's cock!

"No, this is fine. A little change of pace is good for a girl." Leslie was giving the slave's huge bulge a pat with her fingers. Trying to gauge how big the thing might finish getting.

"Fine," said a happy Davis. "I think you'll find Evan most pleasing. He's exceptionally trained. But then, all of my slaves are. Evan, why don't you show your Mistress how happy you are to be able to serve her?"

Before she could say a word, or pull her fingers from his crotch, the big man had dropped to the floor. Bunching up into a tight ball on the carpet so he could get his lips to her feet.

Kissing each of her toes in turn. Pressing in his tongue to get all around each of her tiny digits.

Slowly working his mouth in at every bit of her nyloned feet the spiked sandals would let him reach.

"Oh my!" was the best she could exclaim as the stud worked her over. This was a form of worship Leslie had never received before. And it didn't take long before she decided she could get used to being treated like this.

This domination stuff had a lot going for it!

When she was finally able to tear her eyes away from Evan for a moment or two, Leslie noticed things were heating up around the room. What had looked like a cocktail party earlier was beginning to look like a group grope.