When Amy had gotten her top and jeans off, she'd stood there wearing only a sexy little see-through lacy bra and a rather sexy matching pair of pantie... that did very little to hide any of her sexy budding female figure. Then, she'd helped Roger out of his shirt, and pants and then his briefs so that he was sitting there, stroking his naked hard cock while Amy continued to do a hot little lusty dance in front of him and then removed both her bra and panties.As Roger watched Amy reach behind her. Thisslave is about to discover his ultimate fate. She brought up a large,muscular, well hung man and began to massage his cock to erection."Slave, are you ready to service this cock? Shall we watch him defloweryou as he plunges into your virgin ass? Blink once if you want him tofuck you until you come. He inhaled and then blinked. Twice. He couldonly think of how good it would feel to gain that ultimate relief and ifthis was the only way then he was more than willing to do it."Not good. Hate for this vile man, who seemed from sheer spite to single him out for this torment alone, but the hate was overshadowed by the fear. It was not just a physical fear, it was something far worse. Swaile was not a large or powerful man but he had mastered the black art of sarcasm to an unnatural degree of cruelty. With a single sentence he could whittle the most resolute of pupils down to a tear stained, impotent jelly. To Wellings’ mind it seemed this man had reserved his powers of character. Kyle had just picked up whatever was at the site he’d been sent to without checking to see what was there, but he’d mostly been sent after gold or currency. Apparently, in the days when Joe was doing his own treasure-hunting, he’d been less discriminate about what kind of treasure he went after. Any abandoned wagon or cabin was game for him. I wondered how long he’d been at it before he started using Kyle. Still, for all the effort there wasn’t nearly as much there as the old prospector’s.