I pulled out the croc belly containers and started mixing my family recipe for the cure. I glanced back when the two girls walked in. I went back to r...bbing the cure onto the meat and putting it back into the containers, "bored already?"They stopped beside me to watch what I was doing and Mike cleared her throat, "dad said the top floor was yours?"I nodded and Jana touched my shoulder, "can we use a bedroom?"I looked at her and she blushed, "it does not look comfortable in the rooms they showed. ” She shivered.“Perhaps he needs to get laid,” I said.“Yeah, right. Like any girl in her right mind...” She smiled. “Sorry. That’s mean. And besides, I’m sure there’s someone, somewhere...” There was a mischievous glint in her eye then she started laughing. “No, I was right the first time.”I laughed too.“Of course,” she said as we got to the Coke machine. “You don’t seem to have that problem from what I’ve heard, do you?”“Don’t know what you mean.”“Yeah, right. I hear there’s a waiting list.”I. The level of their slave ship was the lowest level one can imagine except of the most extreme level I ever had heard of. This was the sack level. Some extremely cruel and ruthless mistresses at least were willing and able to cut off the slave’s legs and arms. Then, after the heavy wounds had been healed they were transported to a room with a sack in it hanging from the roof. They were thrown into those sacks ad and spend their whole worthless lives without any change of getting out there on. When I was finally all the way in I felt her relax, then start to push back against me. Rocking her hips back and forth with my cock buried deep to the hilt. I could only imagine how we looked: Debbie Does Dallas playing on the TV, her drunken husband upstairs and me thrusting and fucking her ass while she fingered her pussy. I pulled way back keeping only the head of my cock inside her and slid forward with a little more force. Deeper and faster with each thrust, eventually pumping her ass.