Most of the men went for ten guineas or less, maybe a few for a little more, them with skills. He could see my bruises, my black eye, and the stripes ...n my back when I had my dress in my hands.I can write my name, but I just made my mark on the paper(bond) where they showed me. I couldn't read what it said. Then they let me put my dress back on. It was all I had, no shift or nothing.I was mistreated(the word she used, "angrippa," could mean raped or attacked) on the voyage over from England. It. Perhaps she lived out in the country. How overwhelmed she would be with this regal-looking garment. When the grandad paid, Lacie was puzzled. The girl with the sari went away with him. Perhaps she would change out of it somewhere to hand it over."Come back," called the old woman. "I forgot. Because it is Feast Day, you buy one, you have one free. Here."Stunned with horror at the realisation that the man had bought not the sari but the girl, Lacie could not react when a man ran from behind the. Me – Lie down on the bed facing in opposite direction to me.She said slept on the bed facing opposite to me. I started giving a small massage therapy and she started moaning the very next moment and I got the signal to fuck her there itself. And asked her if it’s paining while I was giving a massage therapy. She said that enjoying a lot. After 5-10 mins I stopped massage and said that there is no use of anything and said directly that she needs a big dick in her ass to reduce the pain. She was. "Fucking tight," he said pumping into me hard."Please stop," I yelled, but I knew he wouldn't, not now.He didn't last long for soon I could feel him pumping his stuff into me."Yeah, that was all right," he sighed rolling off me.I lay there numb, not knowing what to do. I knew I couldn't tell anybody about this evening, that's for sure."Lets get your kit off and then you can suck me hard again," he said pulling at my clothes.I wasn't wearing much for it was still quite warm out, so soon I was.