After a considerable time when the slave thought no one else would walk through the field, she caught movement on the far side of the pasture. Feeling...very nervous she shrank as low as she could hoping she would not be spotted.But it was not to be, coming across the field were a couple, a very good looking man and a very attractive lady. The women spotted her from a little distance away and made a straight line for her, asking her what she was doing tethered to the middle of the field. The. " Please God," I thought, "let this be a dream."Sarah continued, "So I think it only right and proper that she takesretribution for her poor crushed toes...Susie! come here!"Mrs. Hudson, placed a chair in the middle of the small dance floor, satdown and beckoned to me with a crooked finger. I stood looking at herfrozen to the spot until her husband and another man took hold of me,one either arm and marched me over to the waiting mother of the bride.The crowd cheered and gathered tightly round. "So you are a slut and you enjoyed it, but still don't want people to know"Her answer came from the bottom of her heart."It is shameful to be a slut, nobody likes a slut" There is nothing shameful if that is what you want, otherwise it means a lack of character, and that is shameful, but if you want to be a slut and you are, well you are simply accomplishing your goals, and that is not shameful. And certainly most men like a slut, you had four yesterday, don't you? And I bet that Peter is dying. As her pussy rubbed on my cock she took hold of my head and pushed her lovely titties in my face, telling me to suck her nipples. I didn’t need to be told twice and began licking and sucking on her perfect titties in turn. I could feel her juices flowing through her pantyhose as she ground against my cock and soon she had her first orgasm. She was very turned on and began talking dirty, telling me how much she loved my cock and how she was going to suck it and then fill her cunt with it. This.