Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken. In tight corridors we fought the peasants, spl...shing blood on the rice paper walls. Never had my blade tasted a human's flesh. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves. The attackers had guns; blue nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet. I just am pretty hungry." "Tell you what, I'll pick up something on the way back, my little treat. Just between us though, Okay?" "Sure." Food had always been a good enough excuse to study, it was always a bribing tool used by my family, and no wonder I despised P.E. I'd gotten work done, but only fifteen minutes worth. I knew he was going to work me to the bone, and my mum wouldn't bother calling, knowing it would be chock-a-block at traffic, especially on a main road that my bus route went. But, as she drips, and feels this soft breeze wafting over her, the shivers that run through her just reminds her of the joy Donald gave her last night.Seeing Emma begin to drip Sasha just smiles to herself. She spreads Emma’s legs and begins to lift the short hairs between her fingers and clip them close. Today she does not call for an assistant. Emma feels Sasha’s fingers moving around her mons and down the sides of her lips. Occasionally, Sasha slides a finger between the lips and runs up. " Yes mistress," I responded, hearing my whiny, lust filled voice and knowing I was beginning to sound like the cock lusting sissy boy she was calling me, "I want your beautiful cock, it's sooo much bigger and stronger than mine, I want it inside me." Get on your knees, bitch," she commanded, and, when I was slow to reply, she kicked me in the groin with her leather boot, I doubled over in pain and she put her foot on my shoulder and forced me to my knees, "Listen, slave, when I tell you to do.