I didn't know what to think. My wife had just given herself to another man. Not just in body, but in soul.Larry was smiling, but still he grabbed her ...ace as he had the night before. "I already know I can do anything I want with you slut." It was for show I could tell, he wanted his buddies to see what a big shot he was, he wasn't even squeezing her cheeks."And, just to remind you how you got in this position, I have something to show you," Larry said. He walked toward my hiding place, than out. If I didn’t love Lucy, I’d be tempted to remove her gold clit ring and see how long it took before she was gangbanged. Perhaps I’d bring one of my female kennel slaves along next time just to discover.I glanced at the pens, the slaves divided into categories. Some specialized in men for manual labor, others touted slaves with actual skills in crafts. I ignored those. The warrior slaves were swarmed by the gladiator owners who always needed new meet for the Coliseum and the games. I strolled. Now that the act of violence had been completed, he was the same na?ve, stupid fool he'd been before he'd ravished me. With anyone else, I would have attributed the question that he was next to ask to audacity, but, in Manuel's case, I attributed it to his pronounced lack of intellect.Looking at me with this dark eyes, he smiled. "When can we see each other again?"Inwardly, I said "never," but to his face, I said, "We'll see." I started to get out of bed, but he put his hand on my arm. It was a. .. but..." It was clear my mother was anxious to end this sick perverted game with her daughter present. But Jillian was having none of it. Reaching into a little bag she had brought with her, she pulled out two paper clamps and held them to my mom's eyes."See, I told you I had them somewhere. Now you can stop begging me to buy some!" Mom bit her lower lip lustfully as she looked at them, then shook her head clear."Please Jillian, lets go to your house. I can't do this here. I don't feel.