As Brett giggled, something caught Eli’s eye and he turned to the left to see a gorgeous, tall, muscled black man coming from one of the corridors wearing very little. What could only be called a loincloth, the rest of him slicked with oil. He couldn’t help but look him all over as he sauntered seductively to the two of them. “High slave,” the man said, then got on his knees in front of them.
Immediately, Eli’s dick filled, and his entire mouth was washed out with saliva.
“Yes, Todd? Rise and speak.”
Todd rose so gracefully, Eli thought he looked boneless. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was hoping you’d know where the other newcomer was, and I think it’s him?”
Todd was looking at him, and Eli felt himself nearly choke. “Ex…excuse me?”
Brett winked to Todd. “He is, slave, but why do you want to know?”
“The slave, I believe, is waiting for him.”
“Slave?” Eli looked from Brett back to Todd. “What slave?”
“Slave Lee, of course.”