Lawrence wasn't particularly impressed. Girls like her were dime a dozen. For that matter, he walks into the cell, alone with the slave. Her name? Mattered not to him. "They tell me you're clean and all. I like that in a woman." He says, kneeling down and groping her breasts. With her hands chained behind her and legs shackled together, he roughly begins to toy with his newly made purchase.
She was truly going to enjoy being his bitch, especially seeing those rope marks press against her skin. "Tell me. Are these fake?" He asked, softly groping with both hands only to lean in and gently kiss onto her breasts.
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