We could sell them for half as much to caravans, or make a smaller urn like they use now and sell it for one gold coin,” I suggested.“It’s a goo... thing we bought so many slaves and planted so much more this year,” Father laughed. “We’ve tripled the number of people living here since you brought the camel caravan home. I hope that the two men you sent back to Nordland were able to get word to their king and were able to stop the attacks. If so, there should only be two more shipments of slaves. This reluctance drove the men crazy, and they had sworn to give 10.000 pounds to the man that dances with her. But people didn't talk only about her beauty. She was a very mysterious woman, and they talked that she always had the same saddened look, and none could really say that they saw her smile. It was most puzzling as to why would someone so lovely would be so sad, but she knew the answer. She hated herself.She hated what she was, and she hated her father who was constantly saying that. He stood, slapped my ass and pulled me to standing. He turned me to face his camera, 'this whore was teasing me for years, walking around in this tight clothes, thinking an old man cant fuck her' he licked the side of my face, slid his other hand back to my drenched pussy and continued 'now slut, tell me, who's going to fuck you now' his fingers sliding in and out of me, i saw so sore, so tired, but still so fucking horny.'You....please' i breathed, he didn't say anything, just kept fingering. I planned to come home at noon and discover Peggy, Pat and Tom in the act and then join them. The week dragged by slowly and I was anxious for Friday to arrive so that we could spring our plan. Finally it was friday and Peggy called me to let me know Tom had arrived and that I should start for home. My cock got hard just thinking of how Tom and I would be pleasuring my wife Peggy and my brother's wife Pat, and later her sister Betty.Pat had come over to visit and she and Peggy planned to let.