"Oh dear, never mind that" Rob said, "You smell absolutely wonderful, did not know your sweat could be so lovely or is it the margarita that I taste. ...on't shower, I am horny and could lick it of your body, please let me!" "It makes me think like I am licking a wild Orchid with the rain just fallen on it!", Rob spoke softly and sweet and kept on making compliments on how she smelled and tasted so Kim finally gave in and her pussy started dripping from excitement.Then Rob dropped the first bomb. I, I’ve been a good whore.” The red marks on her face were just beginning to show and I loved it. “Yes, yes you have. You have been a very good whore lately. I have been impressed how well you’ve adjusted to your place now that you’re back.” Looking at Kasey I ordered “Slap her.” Kasey took two steps up to pet, and without hesitation slapped her hard across the face. “Again,” I said. And again Kasey slapped her. “Slap her tits fiend. Make sure and get her nipples good.” I stood back and. I was still thinking about what I’d been up to. I turned off the engine and sat there stroking my pussy through my shorts thinking of the cocks from the morning. There was no one in sight and I started to get really horny and closed my eyes, my hands strayed to my tits and I began to feel myself up. I’d never done anything like this before, and I was beginning to think what on earth lockdown was doing to me. I pulled my shorts down as I didn’t want to walk around the shops smelling like a bitch. We were hungry and willing to eat but the contraption devised to feed us was a stout metal cylinder with nozzles that were shoved roughly down our throats so that we could not close our mouths as it force fed us wet oats.Often, locals from nearby plantations, visiting cotton merchants would come to watch and participate in the spectacle of our Morning Prayer rituals.After, a long prayer we would “eat the sins” of all the male employees and the sons of the house servants. They would insert their.