She seemed to enjoy showing Vikram her cock-sucking skills. I was proud of her and knew that Vikram couldn’t wait to get his cock into that sucking ...outh. Vikram rose up and said that he had to get out of his clothes, he said his cock was so hard it was trying to rip through his pants. Ritu watched Vikram undress as she continued to suck my cock deep into her mouth. I saw her eyes light up as Vikram removed his underwear and his huge cock sprung free. I looked at Vikram and saw the reason Ritu. The men cheered. Hands pulled off Mark’s boots, and then his legs out of his jeans. His shirt was then removed. Mark felt like a puppet. I’m also stark naked, with a hard-on, and in front of a dozen fully-clothed men! ‘Do ya’ like what you see men?’ the older man asked. Murmurs of assent and more cheers went all around, and all eyes were wild with desire. Mark was afraid, but his dick remained rock hard. The men stared for a while, and then hands began dragging across the exposed flesh, pulling. He held a rope leading to her wrists and wrapped tightly around them to hold them together. When he stopped, she stopped behind him, tensing the rope guiding her."Do you mind if a slave-girl eats at the table with us?" Father asked.Mrs. Whitfield's appearance stunned me. Her long hair, which I'd only seen braided and on her head, lay around her in lascivious disarray. She wore a slave's simple cotton dress, but the way she wore it was completely different than any slave, for they wore it to. Jon, the oldest of us, was always serious, taking care we didn’t stray from our chores for too long or get in the way of nobles passing by. Mont, the middle, led the mule, who he always treated kindly, laden with flour to drop at the baker’s on the way to the river. I brought up the rear, with Puss always padding at my side, stopping to catch the odd mouse as we made our way through the dusty town. Regardless of our different dispositions, when we reached the quiet bend in the river outside.