I wanted her for myself and didn’t want her hurt anymore.” He looked at his parents. “I knew if she was my slave I could take care of her.”Ben...said. “How are you taking care of her sitting here after making your mother slap you? Which by the way, if I ever hear you take that tone with momma again it will earn you a trip behind the shed. There won’t be a belt involved.”Kevin nodded “Yes, Sir. Mom, I’m sorry, It cut right through me. After all, I’ve done for her it feels like I don’t mean. There is nothing that could be missing if you never had it in the first place. No, these feelings seem to come from the city itself.This is new, you think to yourself. The city has never felt at me before.As you ponder the situation before you, the feelings strengthen and coalesce into thoughts, words, and a voice. You are vaguely aware that you do not hear this voice in a conditional sense, but even so the city speaks to you in a voice of sweetness and warmth, but at the same time full of its. .. Then he’s out of the way again and Emma is peeling her briefs off, slipping them down her thick thighs, and stepping out of them. Dennis suggests she let us see what Casanova has to work with and Emma turns away from the camera and bends forward, sticking her arse out toward us. With her big round arse-cheeks in the foreground thinning to her narrow waste at the top of the frame, and her chunky thighs, thinning to her regular sized knees at the bottom of the frame – it looks like a forced. The Amazon's cunt oozed as she savoured the moment, then brought the blade whistling down. He jetted his last in divine ecstasy as he heard the rush of the blade's delivery, the dull thump sending him into eternal darkness, his ears just registering the roar of the satisfied women as his head rolled free in the sand.As the tumult of the crowd continued, the Amazon knelt in the sand and rubbed her cunt vigorously with the head; the nose on its bemused face put to good use against her clitoris as.