With all of his energetic screwing, Leslie couldn't help wonder how many dominants he had conquered. How many women had come into a room like this thinking they were going to use him for a sex toy, only to find themselves groveling at his feet instead? How many had then made fabulous offers to buy this stud away from Davis' stable?

Those and many other questions flittered through her head as Leslie took everything the stud slave had.

All and more!

Draining his cock until it hung limp between his legs. Then Leslie went into an act of her own. Taunting and teasing the man until he was sorry he couldn't convince his organ to rear up one more time. By morning light, he was the one begging. Won over completely by her beauty and talents.

Eric promised his new Mistress a galaxy of stunning orgasms, twenty-four hour stud service beyond anything she had ever encountered, if only she'd take him with her when she left.

Eric knew when he had met his match.

And he wanted more of what Leslie could do with him!

Making her smile all the more when she sent him off packing. She was really starting to get into this dominant lifestyle. Ordering people around wasn't all that bad a thing. Especially when they deserved a little kick in the ego, like Eric did.

It had meant something special to her being able to send him away. Ordering him to send back another slave to take care of the needs he hadn't been able to satisfy by himself.

Leaving Leslie to lay back, picturing in her mind what the next sex stud might be like when the knock came to her door.

"Come in. I've been expecting you."

"I fucking doubt it!" Kay yelled as she stomped into the huge bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

The usually beautiful redhead looked more like an angry zebra where the color had gone wrong. Kay's skin was nicely tan. Giving extra contrast to her red hair, making the color stand out all the more rich and fiery.