They didn't want to leave. They kept touching me and staring at me, at my tits and my cunt and they both seemed eager for some more action. We were in...the darkened hallway just inside the front door which I'd opened but they were reluctant to go through. It was OK though, they were both happy, both laughing and joking just reluctant to leave. Then Kerin grabbed one of my tits and I wondered what they would do. So I stopped trying to push them out the door and Bruce grabbed my other tit.Then. "Slowly, Julia began to undress. Mark sat in an upholstered chair, calmly waiting for her, acting as if he had seen hundreds of naked girls and Julia's nakedness would mean nothing special to him. It wasn't like that, but that is the image he tried to portray. When she was completely nude, Mark finally looked up at her and smiled a comforting smile. Julia's breasts were quite small, barely requiring a bra, but that was reasonable considering her age. Just below a tan line, he could see her. Her mother was equally a delight. Today her mother was in the stables serving some of the soldiers from the small garrison kept at the villa. He did not want complications or petty jealousies interfering with his debauching of the Fleming girl.Their conquest and subjugation had just been steps along the road to breaking the spirit of Joanne's father and acquiring his business.Pamela gasped. The Minister had thrust his black finger inside Joanne's bottom. Joanne wriggled furiously and seemed to. "He's gone," Larra said.Amanda did not move. She did not even turn her head. She closed her eyes and breathed slow and steady, trying to quell some of the heat between her legs."Did you hear me?"Amanda remained silent. A muscle twitched on her arm. Her eyes closed tighter.Slaves were considered things, commodities to be owned, used, bought, and sold. No hierarchy was supposed to exist for property. Yet it existed anyway, if only at the Slaveowner's tacit acceptance, or perhaps for his.