I spoke to Bard and Katche to wake them but they did not wake so I drifted off to sleep once again. When I awoke again, Bard was lowering me into the...cold water of the river. Katche bathed me paying particular attention to my very sore woman’s wound. She spoke soothing words as well and then she said, “No one your age should have been fucked sixteen times.”I remembered it as having gone on forever but I must have lost count after four or five.That evening Bard asked if he could fuck me and I. I had often wondered how good Charlotte would be in bed. I had even fantasized about fucking her, when pounding other girls.Since Charlotte nor I objected to the marriage, the families made a formal announcement and started planning for the wedding. The wedding would be delayed till early winter after the cotton had been picked and taken to market.I was hot to fuck Charlotte, but being a prim proper lady, she refused saying we had to wait till we were married. I had a serious case of blue balls. " It was so wonderful at first," replied Laurel. "Yuki and Vickie and I would make love for hours. Yuki and I were happy to be her slaves. She was a loving mistress and we would do anything to make her happy because we loved her and she loved us." What happened?" I'm not sure. It seemed that as time went on, Vickie began to relish the power over us more than she did our love. Then, when she was asked to run the company, power became everything to her. She began to see us, not as loving slaves,. "Your cock tastes so good. I love sliding my lips over that big head and coating it with my spit," gasped Lesa as my cock escaped for a moment.Instantly it was back inside, and this time, I took over. I grabbed Lesa's short, blonde hair and pulled her head back and forth, ramming my cock into the back of her throat and making her near gag. Lesa was loving it; her eyes were rolling back in her head, and juices were dripping down her thighs. I was still standing, with Lesa on her knees, sucking.