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ar? It
should be fun to watch, master--and mistresses."
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Sha'teem smiled, as he
absentmindedly stroked Amri's backside with his fingertips. The girls
were also handling various parts of the boy's anatomy, and he wriggled
with pleasure while watching the stage.
The handler had returned to Sikar, and now ordered him onto his
knees facing the crowd. The slave-boy obeyed, knees wide apart, and
grinned at Amri while thrusting his pelvis forward at the crowd. The
handler knelt behind him, leaned the boy back against his body, and
with both hands began fondling the testicles and pumping the aching
penis with his most tantalizing skills. The bidding bounced higher
and higher as Sikar groaned, pumped his loins, and shuddered with the
mounting pleasure. His eyes were closed, and his hands were clenching
the handler's knees, on each side of his body. He finally cried out
loudly when he came, and spurts of white, thick semen shot almost
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