It was very quiet, but when I glanced at the coffle of slaves, I saw several of them pointing above me, jabbing their arms in the air and smiling.I lo...ked up, and there he was, getting comfortable in a tree crotch and ready to take aim at the top of my head. My musket shot tore through his dangling leg and into his chest. He screamed and fell backwards out of the tree, striking several limbs before hitting the ground. His musket clattered down behind him. He did not move.I checked on the man I. Barely covering her ass it stopped short of being indecent, yet it was plain to see she wasn’t wearing bra or panties. Her slender legs flowed nicely from beneath the material and her diminutive frame was accented by her red high heels.“You are not coming out wearing that dress Sarah Jane. So go upstairs and find something decent to put on.” Phil shouted.“Who the fucking hell made you the boss. This dress cost a fortune and I will wear it.” She shouted back stamping her foot like a petulant. Stretch me open. Make me scream. I want to feel you cum deep in me. Just fuck me, PLEASE!"He walks me to the bedroom, removing clothing as we go. Climbing onto the bed, he positions me on all fours. A flick of his wrist and he pours cool lube on my wanting asshole. Spreading it with his fingers as far in as he can go.The knowing smile on his face. The slap of his hand on my ass. And then finally his cock nudging my tender rosebud. The lube on his cock head helps him slide in with a pop. The. ..I sense matters could get quite intimate...To forestall any embarassment I ask to use your bathroom....I'm busting for a pee after all those cups of tea! I sidle out of the kitchen and rush upstairs.It's a relief to stand over the toilet, jetting out all that pent-up piss. As I'm finishing, shaking out the final droplets I glance over to the laundry basket in the corner of the room. The lid is pushed up and see a flash of filmy pink material. I confess to having explored quite a few laundry.