So this slave, who should receive twenty lashes, will only receive ten.”Turning back to the crowd, he smiled and said, “But keep in mind, that his...ten lashes that will be delivered perfectly.”The slave was brought up onto the first platform and restrained to a tall pole. Unlike the floggings of previous days, he was not tied between two poles, but rather suspended nearly off his feet in front of a single pole.The machine was directly behind him, but as it began to move, it was obvious that its. I was watching this being done to my own mother! The electrician stopped after a while and got more courage as my mom wasn’t showing any signs of waking up.He started to slowly remove her pantie. With great difficulty, he did it. Now, my mom’s big ass was completely exposed and lying in front of this old man. He fondled with it and started rubbing again and again.After some time, the electrician got up from the bed and held my mom’s legs and adjusted her in such a way and her pussy was exposed. We danced and drank until late and she flirted with a few single guys but she always came back to me. Kati said one of the guys had such a hard-on that she felt mean, so I suggested she give him a little more and I bought her a double vodka. She scowled at me, downed the drink in one and went to pee. When she came back she seemed to stand a little taller and had a wicked smile. She put her hand in my pocket and whispered “OK, I’ve done it, my panties are in your pocket” downed the next vodka I. Memories of Chaun fucking my mother echoed through my thoughts. The dead coals flared to life. And then a song of pure grief drifted on the wind, a wordless lament. My claws flexed as it swirled around me, my feathers rustling as I banked in the wind. A melody and countermelody of sorrow and guilt. It was so beautiful. So heartbreakingly pure. Raw.My husband was a changeling. I was compelled to monogamy. He was compelled to polygamy. We never should have loved each other. I never should have.