Six. Four men, two women (Completely True).

Her response had just a hint of challenge to it, daring you to take umbrage to the fact that she’d been with other women. It might have been a taboo wherever she was from, but you were no stranger to the pleasures women shared. You’d observed them often, though usually as a prelude to your own actions, rather than as an end in and of themselves.

“Really? And did I ask about women?” you asked slowly.

“No, sir, but if I’d left them out—“

“Oh, indeed. You didn’t have a good way to follow all the rules, which was part of the point. Tell me, did any of your lovers, male or female, fuck your ass?” you asked, rubbing the tip of your slowly hardening dick between her pussy lips as your other hand toyed with her asshole.

“No…”

“But?” you asked, alerted by the lack of ‘sir’ affixed to the end of her sentence.

“I made the wench who brings me food from the Silver Wagon lick it out once, before I would pay her,” she admitted.

“Naughty girl. She couldn’t tell on you. After all, the owner would trust you over her and think she stole it and that’s not even considering all the other nasty things you’d had her do first. She probably felt she was in so deep a bit more couldn’t hurt.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me everything you’ve done to her. If you can get me hard, just by telling me, then I’ll give you an orgasm. If you can’t then I’ll use your mouth to get myself hard and your ass to get myself off. Doesn’t that sound like a fair deal?”