The men were worth nothing there and at lease paid high prices to get their extreme wishes of humiliation satisfied. They were hold like animals in sm...ll cages and were totally naked. They only drank the guards pee or blood when they had their periods and the only mealy they ate was their shit and at least their barf. They were forced to eat each drop of these extremely nasty meals and obviously enjoyed it. The level of their slave ship was the lowest level one can imagine except of the most. That had caused her to hate being fucked by her fat 15 years older husband. Those fit firm bodied white boys could fuck all day. She gestured to Josh that lunch was ready . He turned the mower off and pushed it over to the garden shed. As Josh walked towards the table , Mrs Packer ran her hand through her long jet black wavy hair putting it behind her ear. Josh could see her big black hard nipples and big clit through the holes of the crotchet bikini, his cock becoming erect as he sits down his. Open your legs. Those men can't see you." Screwing my eyes shut to keep back tears of shame, I let my knees fall apart. "That's better isn't it?" "Erm..." "The correct response is?" "Yes?" "Oh dear." "Master! Yes, master." He smiled. Phew. While our seat was away from the direct view of the locals, I still had an audience. It gradually dawned on me that the barmaid was spending altogether too much time at our end of the bar and seemed to be retrieving endless glasses from under it, her face at. So far I'd been using my new wealth to satisfy small, immediate needs. I hadn't considered the long term consequences of the wealth I'd found myself with. Nor was I going to today, I resolved, hearing Bud and Harley laughing in my head at the thought."So, do us Santa Rosans root for the Giants?" I asked, nodding at the game. The San Francisco Giants were playing the Cincinnati Reds at Candlestick Park – excuse me AT&T Park, as the TV broadcast reminded me."We do," most of us," Ken told me. "A.