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Stand still boy! Of course I can touch your penis whenever and however I like. Why do you think you are naked and I am not? Weren’t you paying attention when you entered our community? O, you did? Very well then. Turn around first, so I can kick your ass. And then I will examine your little willy to see if it’s usable for me. I doubt it, but you never know.

The first and the last time I saw the woman that bought me. I never met someone as cold as she was. I was just an object for her, something to make money with. As if she didn't have enough. Had I known that she would sell me to a biker-gang, of which the president liked my virgin ass, I would have tried to kill her then and there. If I would fail, maybe her guards would accidently kill me. Look at her, the bitch. She never even made eye-contact.