But none of that drew much attention from me. My eyes were glued to her top. It had been a warm, humid day and Em had gone out in just a tight runni...g vest. She rarely wore a bra when she ran and the wet vest clung to her now like a second skin. The outline of her small puffy breasts could be clearly seen and her nipples stood sharply to attention. It was almost mesmerizing.“Aw, sweetie. Go get a shower and dry off.” I urged. She trudged upstairs.I looked across at Julia as she rolled. Thinking of the humiliation of the whole process and addedwith it the fear of what was to come. The event of the last few hoursplayed back in my mind.I could still feel the eyes of my villagers my old friends on me, dressedas a bride as I was bought to the manor. I have never felt so small in mylife, even though my mother was beside me it still did not help. I did notwant them to see me cry, but I could not help it. And if I thought thatwas the worse part I was sorely mistaken.When I arrived in. The Clarke family tree would have many branches indeed.Wherever I walked, and I often chose to walk from place to place, women and girls aged fourteen to sixty followed and greeted me, often while scantily clad or even nude in spite of the weather and season. Whoever they were, if they offered me intercourse or anything of the sort, I always accepted such propositions and did my best to satisfy their needs. Some just wanted to be groped or felt up. Others bent over in front of me, in broad. Anne looked up to watch and Cassie took that toy and nearly gagged with only an inch or two more to be swallowed. This aroused Anne even more. As Chuck rammed Anne fast and deep lifting her legs to a ninety degree angle, Cassie got up off of Anne. She began to sit and play with herself on the other end of the couch. Sliding the toy in and out, in and out of that sexy mouth. Anne couldn’t keep her eyes off this woman. Not until Chuck flipped her around putting her doggie style with her feet on.