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lled the sold slave off of him. But the handler winked at
him and said, "Don't worry, boy. You're turn's next, and I'll make
you come like you've never come before!" The boy grinned and lay
waiting patiently, cock throbbing in the air expectantly.
Sha'teem, the girls, and the two other officers, were about to
leave with 'their' boy--whose name was Amri--when the boy asked,
"Please may we watch what happens now with my friend, Sikar? 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 again
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