But you don't scream loudly because he puts one of his big hands over your mouth and tellsyou in a powerful whisper, "If you scream, I'll strangle you..."You're paralyzed with fear.You are lying on the ground and he's directly over you, one of his hands on your mouth,the other unzipping his pants. He doesn't get undressed. He only pulls his Blackcock out.It's large and he moves so that it's right over your face."Blow me," he says. You're afraid of what might happen if you don't. So you stretch. I'm here for the ceremony. I'll be gone in a few hours." Get your fairy ass out of here."He was getting me angry, but he was not going to get me to startanything."No, thank you. Could you, please, let me eat in peace?" And if I don't?"As he said that I saw the policeman came walking in our direction."I suggest you look behind you," I said as I pointed to the cop."Come on, Cliff, leave the lady alone," the officer told him as hestood between Cliff and me."He ain't no lady," Cliff told the cop.. One of theguards carried a wooden pail. "Slaves, this is to prevent infection in yourbrands and to protect the property of your prospective owners." With thosewords, he threw the contents of the pail which was salty water over the slavewenches huddling together in the mud and straw of the cell. "Now get you arsesmoving, sluts, its time for a feel of the lash. The guards placed a rope halter around each of the girls' necks and roughlypulled them to their feet. Another guard wielded a whip and. Their names were Vic and Patricia.I used to work with Vic on a few jobs and would also spend many an evening around their house having dinner or just around there enjoying a few drinks, I even sometimes used to stay over for the night. Things were always very friendly. We were very good friends. It was a lovely summer and they invited me down to their caravan for the weekend. I was on my own at the time and thought it would be nice to have a weekend away.I arrived and we spent the afternoon.