“You’re very erect, Karl,” Asha sighed. “Poor baby…I’m sure the girls always let you f**k them, don’t they?”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” Karl replied, blushing.
“Of course they do…a big, strong boy like you. Gosh, I think we can get these muscles of yours into shape pretty quickly. I’m sure I can think of some incentive to keep you focused on looking good for me.”
“I…of course, Mistress; I’ll do anything.”
“Please don’t state the obvious, sweetie. You’re my slave. You will indeed do anything I ask.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
Asha brushed her lips over his and smiled. “I think a little reward is called for. You were so good just now.”
She moved behind him and slid her right leg up and over his naked skin. He could feel the silky smooth material of her stockings, and the heat coming from her
