Parties of male workers would go into the fields each day, each escorted by a company of cavalry. If someone tried to flee, they were ridden down and ...aptured, then skinned alive and left for the buzzards and the ants. If the person who ran had family, all of them went to feed the Gods the next Feast Day... those were held every moon-quarter.And if someone snuck away, avoiding the guards? Everyone in their family died as soon as the person was reporting missing. They were tortured terribly,. Brett suddenly pulled Peters hand away and his cock sprang up slapping his belly with a loud smack, “anyone would think you’d never seen a naked women before … oh wait” laughed BrettThe other guys laughed a little as peter stood there with his cock bobbing up and down in time with his pulse but I felt a bit sorry for him.Rod grabbed my pussy and pushed his finger between my lips and grinned, I wacked him one as he walked over to Peter and ran his finger across his top lip “here, that should. The horny, busty young slut rolled over and got on her knees, sticking her pert ass in Richard's face, her glistening pinkness beckoning to him with a sheen of liquid drooling from it's pretty, plump lips. Richard playfully spanked his pussy destroying dong against each of her upturned ass cheeks, groaning in approval as they jiggled before placing his head at her opening. Tiffany quivered and trembled with anticipation, her face already a full-lidded mask of lust with parted lips and a healthy. “So, my pretty slave, I see you have discovered my secret vocation.”I whirl around to find Krotallis facing me flanked by two of her minions.“Murderer!” I spit at her.Surprisingly, she looks a little hurt by my accusation and in an almost weary voice replies,“I prefer to think of myself as a seeker after truth.”Her expression then changes as her eyes notice the reliquary about my neck. Now her face is filled with triumph.“I was right! You do know what that object is. It is no mere pretty.