That monster..." Gemma, kneeling next to me had her hand underneath me and was squeezing and raking my ballbag with her long nails, covered her mouth ...nd stifled a giggle with her other hand, "...otherwise that fucker's going hurt...nice and slow, old man..." Gemma frowned and shook her head slowly. Leaning close and whispering in my ear, so that Redhead wouldn't hear, she whispered, "She's telling lies, Daddy..." and then suddenly, Gemma pinched the skin of my scrotum with her super sharp. She looked OK but was less attractive to me. They didn't stop staring at my genital area, which made me suspect they were playing some type of game with me, but I wasn't sure.With the passing time, I started to feel more comfortable with my mildly excited state and even begun to enjoy the looks I was getting, and the tingling in my crotch area that was spreading to more and more remote parts of my body.I was getting hot and sweaty. I thought a cool dip in the calm sea will make me feel better,. That helped during our live gigs, sharing the lead vocal duties help keep each of our voices fresh. I think the audiences liked seeing the different members singing lead; when we played at the Antler the usual group of local girls were at the front next to the stage, and didn’t try to hide any of their ‘assets’. Of course, the male members of the audiences enjoyed seeing the women in the group up the front; the stage costumes we had – their tight shorts and skimpy tops - were very popular.After. I'm doing something good."Nodding his head in agreement, Barson said, "What I saw in town was disgusting. I'd have to say that raping a murderer seems a minor punishment compared to the crime." Most of those slaves were probably taken in a raid like what occurred in that town. They watched their mothers, fathers, and children get killed. Afterwards, they were abused, beaten, raped, and treated like animals. I'm sure that the overseers are in for a rough time, but it will pale in comparison to.