Her act left a bit to be desired, but who cares. What really mattered, in the end, was that I had two gorgeous elven sex slaves whose leashes rested in my hand while I walked them around in skimpy clothes for all to see how rich and resourceful I was. If she said some dumb lines from time to time that was excusable, for her image said more than her lips ever could.
We resumed formation with Jasmine clinging onto my left arm with more force and neediness than was required, and with the two slave girls walking in front of me with downcast heads.
I debated about sending them behind me to further reinforce the image that I was superior, but then I thought that no one walks their dogs like that and they were also part of my image. I wanted myself to be thought of as the rich bastard who has two smoking hot elven sex slaves. Furthermore, this allowed me to see their two sensually swaying buttocks as they walked, which was all the reason I needed to put them in front of me.
