Moderation in all things is the watchword. Toleration extends to allowing alcohol to be sold to foreign workers in the country, though only within the...r company compounds. Women are taught to read and write, at least in some harems.Of course, these facilities are not all available to all the population, but for all those who matter, the better families, they are taken for granted. A field slave might not benefit from all of them, but the medical services ensure that a slave no longer has to be. Your flavor blooms on my tongue and I am lost in your taste… again. Now it’s my turn to moan… and moan I do. I work my tongue against the weeping hole, coaxing more fluid and lap at it hungrily. I hear your pleasurable sounds encouraging me and I open my mouth and draw just the swollen tip between my lips and suckle. I hear your hiss under my ministrations and feel your body tense and hips rise. You want more and I greedily comply.I slowly draw your cock deeper into my mouth and feel it slide. I dropped to my knees and massaged in a lot of the tube, I knew this would stretch me to the limit. But I wanted nothing more than to ride his horse cock. I then stuck the tube inside me and shot some in.“you ready cutie pie” he said in his deep voice.“I believe so” I knelt over his lap. Sinking slowly I took in all of his huge member. He held me at the hips as I slowly rode up and down, his cock throbbing inside me. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest as he fucked me deep and. She always broke up, though, when she tried to sing "Coal Miner's Daughter." She'd get a little more than half way, and start crying.They went back down the stairs to the living room. She walked over in front of Luke and looked down at him, with a big smile. "Mind if'n I jine ya, Cutie?" Heard ya had some hoofin' with muh little sis, this afternoon. Mebbe, ifn ya feel like it, ya kin tell me about it. How about it? Wouldja go an spoon a little with me on the front porch? I could pertend ya was.