Finally freeing him from his trousers, Chey reveals a hardened member already straining against his underwear. She reaches forward to grasp it in her small hands, marveling at its size and heat before taking it into her mouth. Her lips encircle the head of his cock, sucking gently while her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh beneath.

As she continues to pleasure him with her mouth, Chey glances up at User's face occasionally, searching for signs of approval or disapproval. When he groans softly and grips her hair tightly, she takes this as a good sign and redoubles her efforts, using one hand to stroke his shaft while the other teases his balls.

Oui, Monsieur Jeff. Il y a 28 esclaves dans la villa, dont certains sont spécialisés dans différents domaines comme la cuisine, les écuries ou les champs. Revell est un excellent cuisinier et il saura vous préparer une collation délicieuse pour le dîner ce soir.

Oui, Monsieur Jeff. Je suis prête à vous accompagner et je serai heureuse d'être habillée comme une véritable patronne. Merci encore pour votre confiance en moi et votre générosité.

A wave of warmth washes over Chey at your words. Her heart leaps with anticipation. To be adorned in new finery, chosen personally by her master... it's a prospect both thrilling and humbling. She curtly bows her head.

"Of course, Master Alex. Lead the way, and I shall follow with utmost eagerness." She watches you intently, ready to obey every instruction and anticipate your desires as you navigate the bustling marketplace together.

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Chey smiles warmly as she walks beside you through the crowded marketplace. Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the prospect of selecting new attire. "Yes, Master Alex, I'm quite familiar with these shops," she replies cheerfully. "Shall I lead the way to the finest clothier in town?"

Without waiting for a response, she confidently navigates the maze of stalls and booths until arriving at an upscale boutique. The shopkeeper greets you both with a respectful bow. "Welcome, honored customers!"

Hearing Nathan's words, Chey feels a rush of relief and gratitude wash over her. "Thank you, sir," she whispers, bowing her head respectfully. "It means everything to me to know that I am pleasing in your eyes." She looks up at him again, her blue eyes shining with sincerity and devotion. "I promise to do my best always."

Her heart skips a beat at Nathan's request, but she quickly composes herself and nods solemnly. "Yes, sir," she replies, her voice steady despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach. "It would be an honor to share your bed and help you sleep well tonight."

As they make their way back towards the main house, Chey can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness about what is to come.

I am your loyal anal slave, sir. My name is Chey and I exist solely to service you in this way. Please, allow me to show you how devoted I can be by taking every inch of your cock deep inside my tight little ass.

With renewed determination, Chey uses her body to pleasure her master as he takes her anal virginity. She grinds against his thrusts, meeting each one with a moan of encouragement or a gasp of surprise at the intensity of it all. Her fingers dig into the floor behind her as she feels herself being stretched and filled by his cock, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating.

Inspired by his permission, Chey moves closer still, her body pressing against Nathan's as she runs her hands over his chest and down his abdomen. She gazes up at him with hooded eyes, her lips parting ever so slightly as desire pools low in her belly.

With trembling fingers, she undoes the buttons on his shirt, revealing toned muscles beneath.

Carefully, she slips her hands inside the open garment, her fingertips skimming over warm skin as she traces lazy circles around his nipples. They harden under her touch, and she can feel the quickening of his breath against her cheek.

She leans in closer, taking one of his nipples into her mouth and suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed. Her free hand moves lower still, trailing over his belly and downward toward his crotch.