He shouts an apology but the moment’s ruined and behind him come two more runners, panting and red-faced. They smile as they pass and, hiding my irr...tation, I nod politely back.Dipping your head, you kiss my neck and whisper, “I love you.” Those words send shivers rippling through me, converging as heat in the pit of my stomach. It pools then trickles down into my loins. My pussy throbs and warm moisture dampens my panties but we stroll on past the thicket and move deeper into the wood.We hold. "Didn't your mother ever tellyou that good girls should keep their legs shut until their married. Orat least they should be on the pill?" If they don't they could end up with a little bulge! Just like the oneyou're getting right here." As she said this she rubbed Sam's bellysoftly. "Dear, dear," said Tracey, "your mommy hasn't taught you much hasshe. She didn't warn you about men or you about looking after yourscrummy little figure. In fairness I think Tina's to blame for most ofyour ballooning. Stacey bucked the head on her tonsils the thing filling her throat."Gggghhh cough! Splutter! Ugggggg!" The despairing man increased his rhythm fearing his wife might pass out.The black thug was in total control and he grunted with satisfaction seeing Stacey watch her husband out of the corner of her eye. "He's getting real hard baby." He announced with glee." Likes the sight of you swallowing a fucking hard black cock. Shall I tell him what's in store for his naughty little whore? Stacey didn't. The going was hard, especially as the rainhad turned the road to mud. On the second day, we came to a river, swollen with rain. Ten of my escort waded across the stream and assured that all wassafe on the other bank. Then the slaves carried Lady Aila, mysenior attendant, through the raging waters, to prove thecrossing could be made. All eyes followed the difficult progressof the covered chair, which more than once was wet by theswirling, muddy waters. It was at that point that Gart,.