That pool would sure look good right about now.The sweat made etchings of her slit and my shaft through the shorts since there were no under shorts to...cover it. I was getting red in the face, but realized my sister took no notice of our slightly erotic situation. “Jonny! I can’t get up!” Again, she pulled back grinding her small crotch against my dick. “Jonny! What are we going to do?”“I’m thinking,” I said, which was true. Remember, this was about a million times more embarrassing for me. "As Diana cried out in frustration, Lisa suddenly stood and started for the house. "I'll be right back. Just keep on with what you're doing."Dan didn't lift his head, but gave what might have been a wave in acknowledgment. He continued to stimulate the bound girl, driving her higher and higher. He was now getting almost too aroused himself to wait much longer. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Lisa come out of the house and saw her start back towards them, but he was too busy to pay. I do as she indicates. She gives me these small courtesies but they all feel like defeats, steps down a road that I do not wish to travel. The trouble is, whichever way I turn, it's always the same road.Neena looks me directly in the eyes and leans forward. She opens the box between us. Just for a split second, it does have the look of jewellery: an ancient celtic torc (1) but an instant later I know what it really is: a slave collar; my slave collar. It is polished, shining, bare metal.. A percentage of the production belonged to the lord and a percentage was for the serf to support his family. Each year the plots of the manor were assigned by lottery, and each household would get several plots to tend. This guaranteed that no one would get better soil than the others. The serf also owed labor to the manor lord, a set number of days per year for man, woman, and child over the age of eight.Just like the manor lords and estate lords, the serf positions were hereditary at the.