She was already wet, her blonde hair soaked and her body glistening with little droplets. She held her razor in one hand, her left leg coated in shavi...g cream. I watched in rapt attention as she carefully slid the razor up her leg, delicately removing the short and nearly invisible blonde stubble that had accumulated over the weekend. She was wearing nothing but the pink bra that had pushed so adamantly against the confines of her tight tee, and the matching pair of pink and polka-dot thong. She gripped him with her tiny anus and squeezed him as if her life depended on it. Again and again she squealed, “Fuck my as! Just fuck my baby ass! I love it! Stud my shit! Oh yyeeessss! Yyyyyeeeessss!” Her voice shook from the violence of his penetrations as he rampaged all the way into her tight bum hole. His cock swelled and his balls felt like they were going to explode. He pried her ass cheeks further apart, held his breath and banged deep into her body. With a torrid rush,. Most specifically, she notes, the high status of the richer ladies of the valley who dominate their households and can often be seen accompanied by their retinues of young female or occasionally male servants. In due course she hears a shocking word; slaves. With a shock she begins to realise that the valley has a culture of institutionalised slavery. Jennifer tries to find out more about the valley and specifically about Lady Mathom. One day she even sneaks into the parklands of Mathom Hall. “Remember, give me a half-hour and then come up. I’ll be waiting.” Then she went through the door.I couldn’t move right away. I felt like … I don’t know what I felt like. Gloria struck me harder and faster than even my pale dream had. Only this time there was no going slow and testing the waters before a date. I mean the pale one and I had had only shared a couple of quick kisses and I wasn’t even hopeful that our first official date would end up in the bedroom. Here I was struck by this.