Ruby learnt a lot.

Then we arrived at a building. He took me into a room. It was an office and I saw some men talking to each other in front of a desk. Vincent took me to them.

"Hi, James," He greeted the man.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson," The man answered. "I see that you got a girl."

"Yes. I got her from my Uncle." He replied.

"Congrats!" The man said. Then he looked at me and smiled, "And I see that she is very pretty."

"Yes, she is. " Vincent answered. "And her name is Ruby. She is so cute and sexy. And very obedient too."

Vincent sat down and I kneeled down by his feet.

Then the two men started talking. I wondered if I should say hello to be polite or if I should remain silent until Vincent asked me to speak. I decided to remain silent because speaking to them might imply that I was their equal. But I knew I was not.

They continued talking and discussing some social issues about girls, including how to get the most suitable girl for every man. It took me a while to understand that their supervisor, a famous jurist, was working on drafting a new law about women and girls. And he had asked them for some ideas. I recalled my discussion with Joanna, and I thought she had a very good point.

I wanted to speak and ask some questions. But I hesitated because I didn't know if they would appreciate it. They may have thought of this a long time ago. Even if Joanna is a very smart girl, can she be smarter than men? I don't think so.

"Ruby," Vincent said, looking at me, "Are you okay?"

"Yes Master, I'm fine," I said.

"That's good. But why do you keep your mouth open? " He said.

"Really? Am I?" I replied and blushed. I need to find a reason, "Ah, I ... I just find it very empty and want to give you a blowjob."

Ah! What am I talking about? There are other men here. So embarrassing.

He seems to be pleased. I guess it's alright. Maybe a good girl should always be eager to serve.

"Good girl," He said and put his thing out. I crawled to his manhood, took it in my mouth, and started sucking.

Then he said something to the men, and they laughed. I didn't notice. He might have been telling them something about me and how obedient I was. Maybe they envied Vincent? It seems very likely. How could a man refuse such a cute, smart, and obedient girl? I felt proud of myself because I was making my master so happy and proud. But now I had to stop thinking and focus on sucking. The men were watching and would notice if I didn't do my job well. So I sucked harder and faster and licked his balls too. He sighed and moaned, "That's good."

Then he shouted. I felt his manhood getting bigger and bigger inside my mouth, then shooting out something warm and yummy. I swallowed it all because I loved the taste of it. I licked his cock clean and then helped him pull up his pants.

"That's good, Ruby," He praised me. "Now sit by my feet."

"Thank you, Master." I crawled back and kneeled down. The men continued to talk about girl issues, and I continued to listen. Master touches my breasts from time to time. I had my head on my Master's lap and was almost asleep when I heard him calling my name. "Ruby, what do you think?"

I opened my eyes and found that they were looking at me. I had no idea what they were talking about. I panicked and felt cold because I had failed to serve my master. I tried to figure out the right answer, but it seemed impossible. Because they were speaking so fast and their words were so complicated.

I swallowed my saliva because I was so nervous. "Uh," I answered, "Sorry master, what do you mean?"

"Alright, what a pretty cumslut that doesn't think anything else." He laughed. And so did his friends. I am glad he did not get angry and praised me for being his cumslut. I love this word! "We are asking you, what do you think about the current girls-owning policy?"

Am I, an object, allowed to comment on this? But since Master asked me to say, I would say as he said. Even if I really said something that a girl shouldn't say, I believed that he would protect me.

I told them Joanna's idea, including making any man who knew a girl to be prior to claim her.

"Interesting idea," He said. "Did you come up with this idea all by yourself?"

"No, Master, it's Joanna's, my friend's idea," I answered.

"So where is she now?" James asked. "And she is owned now?"

I was wondering if it was my mistake again because they were all looking at me and waiting for an answer.

"No, sir," I said, "She is unowned. She lives in my hometown."

"A very smart girl like this is unowned?" The man asked and looked at Vincent with surprise. "Is it real, Vincent?"

"I'm afraid so. That girl was there when I got Ruby," Vincent replied.

James laughed, "Alright, I think I'll get her before next month."

"Sir, her father put a high price on her." I couldn't help but remind him.

Master and the other men all laughed, "Don't worry about that, Ruby. James's father is very rich. He had wanted to buy a smart girl for a long time." Did I say something wrong again? But at least they weren't angry. I guess I should just keep my upper fuckhole shut unless Vincent wants it open. That's what girls are supposed to do, right?

When we got home that night, I expressed my confusion to Master and he laughed. "Oh Ruby, being inferior doesn’t mean your opinion doesn’t matter. Understanding how girls think can help us adjust the way we manage and use girls." He paused and then asked me, "Do you think men can successfully manage and use girls if all of you don't cooperate?"

"Definitely," I didn't even think about it. They are so smart and so powerful, how could the girls not be defeated? "But ... but it may cost more time and effort."

"What a smart cunt, Ruby!" Master reached out and rubbed my tits as a reward. I couldn't help but moaned softly. "Sometimes girls' thoughts can provide a unique perspective. Of course, it is still men who make the final decision. That's why you need to study history, law and philosophy in school. Only girls who have good knowledge can know their place and serve men better. But you should only express your opinion when being asked. "

I moaned again and he pinched my nipple, "So this is what smart girls should be concerned with." I really regret not listening carefully to Mr. Morgan's lectures at that time. I naively thought that we should learn more about housework and skills in serving men. But I was lucky to have a good master who tried to teach me.

"Master, thank you for teaching me this." I buried my head in his chest.