Amy Watches Jenny

The man's work boots looked out of place with the rest of his outfit, rubber wellingtons contrasting with his suite pants, suspenders, white collard shirt, tie, and spectacles. It was almost funny to Amy as she saw him making notes in a folder much like the ones most of the slaves had that described much of their history and anatomy. The man said something, what it was she could not hear through the glass, but Jenny reacted by spreading her legs into a wider stance and squatting down, placing her hands flat on the tiled wall above her head. The resulting position **** Jenny's rump out behind her and Amy could just peek her pussy lips dangling, stuck together every so slightly below the gentle curve of her ass.

Unlike Amy, Jenny lacked the ugly tattoos across her lower back that indicated her use in life. Instead, as Amy had found out at the farm, the slavers who had captured her had tattooed her behind the ear with a large "B" for "breeder." The better to preserve the appearance of a **** it seemed to Amy, unspoiled by any large, permanent indication of her status.

Jenny's position would not have looked out of place in any strip club across the civilized world. But while it was meant to provide easy access to patrons paying to see a pussy up close, it instead offered easy access for a man who seemed almost mechanical in the way he was examining and measuring The Master's property. Out of a pocket, he produced a small, metal cylinder, and turning one end slightly, he pushed it roughly against Jenny's sex, turning to study the face of his watch once it had made contact with the ****.

Amy watched as this man timed how long it took Jenny to climax, occasionally glancing at her to feel a breast, turn her head to check her color, and check how wet her pussy was with his free hand. Finally, Jenny's legs quivered, together, her ass dropped and Amy saw the man note on her folder how long it had finally taken. While Jenny was still recovering, the man walked out of sight, returned with a small syringe and jabbed it quickly into one of Jenny's ass cheeks, emptying its contents quickly into her.

The big titted sow teetered for a moment, before collapsing back into the waiting arms of the man in the boots, who laid her out on the floor below her former perch, taking care to open her legs and twisting her nipples, making sure they were standing as firm and erect as eraser buds.