"...by, you know. By the back door and it hurt like Hell." she wassobbing now: the memory of her husband violating her body was too muchfor her.I gues... it was empathy but tears were coursing down my cheeks also. "OhDani..." I was lost for words for a moment. "What did she use?" I washorrified but attracted."Strap-on. About seven inches long but really thick and she seemed tobang it into me for hours." By now her tears were making my jeans wetbut I didn't care as I sat there stroking her. Her cunttwitched with wild, i****tuous anticipation.Alison let her lips part, sliding her mouth down onto the throbbingstiffness of Randy's cock. She paused with a third of his big prickin her mouth, her lips stretched to bursting around his surprisinglythick cockshaft. Then the horny mom shut her eyes and puckered hercheeks, eagerly sucking the blood-pounding length of her own son'scock ."Uuuhhh, Mom!" Randy gazed down at her, shocked and excited by theobscene spectacle of his own mother. The truth was that Ashton Lovelock was a veritable paradise compared to her original home in Africa. The years of African famine hadn't reduced overall population numbers by very much. Maseru still housed a population far greater than its infrastructure could support. The police were ineffectual against the criminal gangs that made it hazardous to venture out whether at day or night. The few available jobs paid very poorly if they ever paid at all. Offices and homes were collapsing from. The others are quite welcome to the non-virgins. Also, thralls are barred from marriage until they turn sixty, at which point they can retire from their peonage. These classes only apply to men. Women have no class or status independent of men. So, it’s really only men who can be thralls and forced to wait until they turn sixty to wed. Until then, they get only what scraps of female companionship the patroons are willing to share with them. Mostly maidservants who don’t interest the patroons.