Once again the pleasure I give him is intense; I can see it on his face. Once again the pleasure I give him is intense; I can see it on his face. Indian sex I look at the stranger and our eyes meet for a moment; he smiles, then I cast my gaze down at my young master. His eyes meet mine momentarily as he enters the cage. The slaves ‘enclosure’ is a cage whose slender bars are made of soft wood twined with golden ribbon. The beautiful, dark haired man is chosen before me by one of the young, Darrakhai women. In exultation, I raise my arms and spread them wide, surveying the scene all around me with barely concealed glee. There is but one thought burning in my mind.
