A red trio of loops. "The Slave Sigil." A permanent form of evidence that shows you where once a slave, even if one was to escape their slave leathers...Finally after a long time the stains lifted from the sheets and flowed down the river. Alicia picked up the sheets and forced them into a straw basket so they where easy to carry. She begun her journey through the quaint village to her masters home. Arnol Botley owned her. He was young for a lord, only 32 years of age. His father had died several. ..And coming nearer as the algae dried! "Makes her nipples a little hard to reach," Purple-hair commented. "Yes, but look at this," Moira rolled me over till my face and bottomwere upraised. "See? You could make love sitting on her, with onepartner on her tush and the other on her face." "That wouldn't work; she'd roll too much." "I bet she wouldn't." Would too." Well I'll just show you. Help me out here, Jack."A feeling of loss of identity, of total betrayal, washed over me as Ilooked. I sit back again and remove my shirt, she turns to kiss me, before going down on me inch by inch – scratching me playfully with her nails as she does. One button, Two buttons, Three … All that is seperating my bulging cock from her glossy plump lips are my tight armani boxers. Great choice i thought. She pulls my briefs down and my 90% erect cock flips out As she sucks my dick slowly, she quickly attempts to deep throat it. A little help from my hand on the back of her head helped, before a. I removed her hip saree and saw her thoppul.I took some ice cubes from the fridge and saw her shivering deep navel. I made circles around her deep navel with the ice cube. Meenakshi was continuously moaning with pleasure on her navel. She loved it. She loved the chillness around her navel. She was breathing heavily. Closed her eyes….rubbing her legs on the bed….I slowly dropped the ice cubes one by one inside her navel…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa mmmmmmmmaaaaaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhmmmmm.