It was probably caused by her killer as he strangled her. With a final flourish, I pulled off the sheet and let it drop behind me as I braced myself f...r her face. To my relief and instant arousal, she was still amazingly beautiful. It was true that her shoulder length hair is dishevelled, her lips were blue and bloody liquid was dripping out of her nose and gaping mouth. But the whole image of this rotting beauty projected a sense of helplessness and vulnerability, a need for some comfort and. He was a softie, like his grandfather and, sadly, like her own daughters. Cynthia had been a necessity to force John into the marriage, and Penelope to secure her bond to his money when he was starting to have doubts since he knew her better, but they were a constant embarrasment since then. Now Penelope even talked about love, and her chosen one, William. He didn't even come from a family with money! Just one car they had, one car for three people! Ridiculous. Had she not presented both her. ."The woman collapsed in a heap crying. As the overseer raised his whip the Emir signalled to the auctioneer."What is this slave's indenture number?" he asked."Alas, Master, not all the slaves in Tirfil were marked with numbers," said the auctioneer, suddenly frightened by the Emir's interest in this woman."I think you will find that is not true," said the Emir affably, "Any captives with no numbers were ordered not to be sold before their identities were established. How many more do you have. "Oh fuck, oh fuck yeah. That's it slave-thief. Use your hand to play with my balls," he groaned.She took her right hand away from his dick and reached underneath it. Gently she latched onto his ball sack and rubbed his hairy balls. He groaned. "Oh yeah. Massage those balls slave. Massage them. Make that cum nice and ready to come out."She rubbed all over his swollen nut sack, now wanting that cum to come out inside her mouth. This was such a turn on! Her left hand was rubbing her clit furiously.