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It is already on my Patreon, will be uploaded here next week or so.
"Master..." she began softly.
Elias Blackwood had not earned his title by being inattentive or sluggish. He was keenly aware that his slave intended to exploit this seemingly unguarded moment to request something of him.
"Speak, slave," he commanded, his voice smooth but firm.
"May I make a request?" she inquired cautiously.
"You may ask, but I make no promises to grant it. What is it you desire?" he responded, arching an eyebrow with mild curiosity.
"It's about Clarence. I wish to request permission for one of the slaves to take his virginity," she stated, her eyes steady yet respectful.
A grin spread across Mr. Blackwood's face, entertained by the notion. "I would have thought he lost that long ago, especially given what we've heard about those foster homes," he mused, his amusement evident in his tone.
"He insists he's a virgin, and I believe him. That's precisely why I'm making this request," she explained, her voice carrying a note of sincerity.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, Anastasia instinctively began to pleasure him, her movements gentle and measured, ensuring not to push him over the edge but just enough to provide a soothing distraction while he pondered her request. Silence enveloped the room as he delved deep into thought, and his slaves knew well enough not to disturb his contemplation.
Finally, he turned his gaze towards Evelyn, his eyes steady and resolute. "Okay," he declared with a firm nod.
Evely's face lit up with a radiant smile, a wave of relief washing over her features. "Thank you, Master!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with gratitude. "I'll instruct Kathy to..."
But he interrupted her with a decisive shake of his head. "No," he interjected. "Anastasia will handle it."
It's already on my Patreon page.
My health is better now and I've resumed writing.
I've just uploaded this chapter here, should be posted tomorrow. The last chapter is available in my Patreon.
Sorry about the hiatus, my diabetes got somewhat complicated and I was at the hospital for a week (Thanks God for Socialized Healthcare). I'm at home now, will start posting again soon.
It's already on my Patreon, FamLove. Will be published here at the end of January. Meanwhile, here's a snippet.
Peter was already in his comfortable sweatpants and a soft, worn t-shirt, deeply engrossed in reviewing his class notes when he heard a knock at the door. He quickly called out, "Come in!" The door swung open to reveal Cindy, the same girl he had encountered earlier that morning. She entered with a tray of food in her hands, a warm smile on her face.
"Hi, Mr. Robinson!" she greeted him cheerfully.
"Hello, Cindy," Peter replied, setting aside his notes. "Are you still working?"
Cindy shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she explained, "Actually my shift ended a while ago. But when I heard you had placed an order, I offered to bring your dinner to you."
"Well, thank you for going out of your way," Peter said gratefully as he watched Cindy carefully set up the food on his desk. When she finished, she turned to face him.
"Mr. Robinson," she began hesitantly. "Would you mind if I... service you while you eat?"
Peter wasn't surprised by her bold request. He smiled kindly and replied, "Of course not, Dear. Whatever you like."
With a small cry of joy, Cindy dropped to her knees before him and smoothly pulled down his sweatpants. The cool air hit Peter's skin as Cindy leaned forward and began kissing and caressing his member, eagerly trying to arouse it from its slumber.
I've left this one out for a couple of months. I had finished another chapter but the feedback from those who read it was so brutal that I have to rethink it completely. Will resume work at the end of January.
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