Varga Goes With Marco's Slave

Varga led Marco’s slave behind him on her hands and knees. He kept his pace slow, not wanting to hurt the knees of the poor girl. He ran through the scenarios in his mind of what to do with her. He had to get rid of her quick, but couldn’t arouse suspicion with the Reyes family. Perhaps he could order her to tell Marco that he’d fucked her.

“Where can we go that is private?” he asked.

“I can show you, sir,” the slave replied.

She crawled on ahead, up the stairs. He couldn’t help but watch her ass sway as she crawled. She had a perfect, firm ass. Just like Selena.

She led him to a secluded room, dimly lit with candles. The room was furnished with a large, comfortable bed and a small writing desk. Varga wondered if the Reyes family kept women here for pleasure.

"Please," she whispered, "do what you want with me."

Varga hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. It would look suspicious if he left too soon. But he loved Selena.

Her skin was pale and smooth, her nipples hard and prominent against her chest. Varga’s heart raced with desire.

He reached down and cupped her face, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingers. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Luna," she replied, her eyes wide with anticipation.

He couldn’t help but look into her eyes as she stood and approached him, her face close to his, soon her warm breath was on his neck, and she was kissing it.