Trisha

Trisha

Trisha is my house slave. As a wealthy roman patrician lile me it is wuite common to have all kinds of slaves. She is from subsaharan africa and got sold by her own people into slavery for a laughable small sum. She got sold together with her lover, which I bought aswell and keep as a field slave. I keep them apart.

I find myself watching Trisha broom the floor of my huge livingroom. Shes not exactly a beauty, as most african girls arent, but atleast she seemed to have a nice athletic body under those linen. I get up from my lounge chair and approach her.