‘Yes, fuck me, fucking stuff me!’ hissed Fay loudly demanding attention. With their eyes locked together, the rapturous expression of Fay’s half...concealed face carried a thousand words. As Jack watched her begin to orgasm, he smiled into her eyes as her noisy panting suddenly stopped. Her breathing stuttered with a freakish hard series of shudders and Jack gripped her body firmly to take her powerful first orgasm. ‘Fuck! FUCK!’ squealed Fay as she dug her nails into Jack’s shoulders making him. It was a typical hot and dry October night of Patna with no respite in sight! It was 12 30 am post midnight! My rooms window shared the edge wd the window of her quarters (she lived with us since she was 16(2 years back) in our servants quarter and the gate to her room was to the back verandah which had no exit and was kind of locked ! So i was rubbing my dick thinking about her! Today it was different. From morning thing were happening as such as if even god was provoking me to do something. --It was also the "Enforcers" that would lead the other slaves on leashes to service the customers. They were also the ones that brutality insured that the customers were completely satisfied with the services of the slaves. Even the most basic infraction or unsatisfactory performance real or imagined was almost immediately met with painful consequences under their watch. For this reason alone all of the slaves within the brothel lived in fear of them.--Finally there was the remaining five. When she's just 10-15 m away from us, her car gets stuck in the mud. She calls to one of the guards to get us to push her car. The guards order us to stop what we're doing and get behind Katherine's car and push. It's not working though, because there's a stretch of at least 5-6 m of the road that's just one huge pit of mud. Katherine calls to one of the guards again, and tells her, that her husband had told her that this should've been fixed by now, and she'll report the guards to her husband.