There was nothing possessive or predatory in his touch. This was just a boy coping a feel of a pretty girl. Willow squirmed very slightly.However, the...e was more than one person that needed some training in slave culture. Page remembered her conversation with Carl over the difference between seeing them as women and seeing them as slaves. Carl had taken a step towards treating them like slaves, but there was still a long way to go before he would really understand. Page decided to challenge him. This was not unusual everything seemed to get her excited. She was very hyper. " You have to come with me and see what I found." she said. I followed her thinking it was just another thing that Jean thought was exciting but didn't interest me.I followed her into Tom's room. She went to the closet and said " look at all this stuff he's been hiding in here." She a stack of magazines. Of course there was the Playboy and Penthouse magazines but there were also porn magazines. We sat there going. The next few spasms made her cum as well. I continued to pump and pound as my spasms continued and stream after stream of my hot, sticky cum basted her insides. Once my spasms slowed, I gave her one final thrust all the way in and held her there by the hips, impaled on my cock, as my throbbing eased. I opened my eyes and saw her face, flush from activity (and multiple orgasms), runny eye makeup and breathing very heavily. Her post-orgasmic anal ring was gripping me tighter than it was when I. We then went to the next log, with my next bundle of rope. We repeated the process, and after another half hour, we had two logs on the wagon. We strapped them down, ensuring that they would not roll around or fall out. Next, we collected the ramp pieces and placed them between the logs.Once that was taken care of, we locked up the back of the wagon and made our way back to town. Due to the weight we made it a slow trek, that way the horses would not be tired too quickly.The look on the guards’.