Twice slaves threw water over her to keep her awake but their task became increasingly difficult. In the end, the whipmaster didn’t wait and worked ...he whip over the front of her body even though she just hung, lifeless from her wrists. As a princess and therefore royalty, she had never felt the pain of a hand spanking; now they whipped her like a common criminal, but few of the onlookers felt any sympathy for her plight.Some time later she awoke on a rough bed in the slaves quarters and two. Dave looked surprised but calmly dropped his shorts and boxers, he was sporting a solid 5” long thick cock with an upward curve. Hannah seemed unconcerned by what I presume she thought was my silence, I knew she was about to get the shock of her life. Dave pressed his bell end against her wet open pussy vacated by mr black , I was transfixed by the sight of his black cock highlighted against her white skin. It all seemed surreal like I was in a dream. I was brought back to reality by a gasp and. We went back into the bedroom and they laid my still naked body down. At this point I felt a little worn out but I was in bed with two guys that still had raging hard cocks. The bass player started licking my pussy and said that he loved it cause my pussy tasted like honey. They said my body was perfect and I had a perfect pussy. He took a break from licking it so they could both look at my pussy and say how nice and pink and tight it was, like I had never even been fucked before. They said I. You’ll creep behind me, giving my tight little ass a slap. I can feel your manhood pressing against my ass, grinding from behind. Your hands slipped under my apron, and started kneading my breast. ‘Ouch!’ I snapped, I accidentally cut my index finger. I sucked my finger, trying to stop it from bleeding. Dreaming awake about sex is not safe, especially when you’re holding a knife. I laughed at myself for a second, thinking that someday carelessness and horniness will kill me. Once again I told.