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Ahsoka drops onto the bed. "That conversation was really boring. We'd better go help the others while we're at it." "Ahsoka... that conversation got us an audience with the Queen. Although admittedly... it was more boring than I imagined."

"Do we have to look at the slaves? I feel so sorry for them... most of them are my age." "Ahsoka... believe me. I feel as sorry for them as you do... However, we must think of the mission. If we make friends with Jos, he might still be able to help us. Maybe we can get one of the slaves from him. Then we can save one more life." When Ahsoka hears this she looks up. "Alright Master," she replies reluctantly.

After both Jedi have freshened up, Anakin presses the button on the wall. Barely a minute later a middle aged Togruta stands by them. "I wish to speak with Mr. Gralnot." The Togruta bows and immediately goes on her way.

After another 5 minutes there is a knock at the door and Jos Gralnot enters. "You have freshened up?" he asks. "Yes, thank you. That did me good. I would now like to take you up on your offer." "I'd love to," Jos says with a broad smile. "Come with me. I will show them our best slaves for sale."

So Anakin and Jos, with Ahsoka in tow, set off. Both Anakin and Ahsoka are amazed as they walk through the building.

"You have a lovely house," Anakin says. "Thank you very much. But this is only my sales house. You should see my private villa. Beautiful, situated on a beach. With the best view of the untouched nature. I own the whole area, you must know." Anakin just nods. No matter what, nothing is as beautiful as Padme's house on Naboo where we got married.

Jos takes them downstairs to a room. "Have a seat, please. I'll introduce you to some of my best slaves." Jos points to a comfortable looking armchair. Anakin thanks him and sits down. Ahsoka reluctantly stands next to her master. She has put the dark robe back on.

Jos leaves the room briefly and then enters with a Twilek ****. "This here is one of my best slaves Rona. She will show you the slaves for sale. I'm afraid I have to attend to something else. I will, however, bid you a fond farewell towards evening." "Thank you for your hospitality," Anakin says quietly and takes his leave.

Jos leaves the room and Rona speaks up. "If it is your pleasure, I would like to begin." "Of course, begin." Rona bows and opens the door. In walks a young Togruta about Ahsoka's age.

"This here is Ocala. She is 19 years old and has been trained by Master Gralnot himself." Ocala stands in front of Anakin. She is wearing a very skimpy robe common to female slaves.

"Ocala is trained in all the important skills. She can cook, clean, do laundry and things like that. She has also been trained in the basics of mathematics and can do simple commercial tasks. However, her best skills are in bed." As Rona says this sentence, she loosens the two ties that held the skimpy robe and it falls down.

Ocala's pretty blue body is now on full display. Anakin is fascinated by her body and the big breasts. However, Anakin also senses Ahsoka's reaction. The charm, anger and outrage come through the **** to Anakin. He only looks at Ahsoka for a moment and then turns back to Ocala.

"Go ahead and grab them," Rona says. "Ocala has big breasts and she knows how to use them." Anakin can't help himself and reaches out. Ocala moans once briefly, but remains quiet as Anakin kneads her breast.

Ahsoka watches her Master in shock. What the hell is he doing? Ahsoka asks herself angrily. After a moment, Anakin stops and nods. "Very well." Ocala turns and bends over so Anakin can now see both her holes. She grabs her ass cheeks and pulls them apart.

Anakin has to swallow for a moment and then moves his hand forward. As he strokes Ocala's pussy he thinks I'm only doing this to maintain the cover. I love Padme, I would never do such a thing. But deep inside, Anakin also feels that he likes it.

After a moment, he lets go of Ocala and she puts her clothes back on. "How did you like her?" Rona then asks as Ocala has left the room again. "She was good. I would like to look at some more slaves." "Of course," Rona replies and then leaves the room briefly.