The slaves, I mean ex-slaves, would eat better now, so more food was needed. The reduction in food for the family would not balance that. But there ag...in, there had been much wastage. Slavery does not make many people careful for their masters. A carcase would be only half used before being dumped as rotten. Now we might use the whole carcase for stews and the like? Much of the harvest was wasted, I knew. Some of it was stolen, of course, but some was simply allowed to rot in the fields because. The pace of her breaths deepens, as thoughts of every dirty deprived thing he could do to her body stream through her mind. She raises her head and kisses Travis firmly on the lips, giving into him, expecting this to cause him to release the fury of the beast on her. Instead she is met with a sniggering laugh. He gets up off the bed, walks over to the minibar and pours himself a drink. Sitting up in bed she watches him, confused as to what has just happened. Travis drinks back the miniature. She wasn’t sure whether it was purely the arousal and pleasure she was feeling or the alcohol but she found herself arching her back and pushing her hips up towards Nick so that she was almost on her knees exposing more of herself to Nick, wanting more. Then she slid one hand under her stomach between her legs and touched her warm, wet pussy – another shudder of pleasure, how could she be this close to coming already when they hadn’t even had sex yet she did not know. Nick saw Jessica retract. It was my voice telling Johnny to fuck me. Johnnys hands went up my top squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples. I heard him grunting.I'm cumming, I'm cumming.Then I felt Johnnys hot cum filling my pussy. Burst after burst of his hot cum filled my pussy up. I've missed the feeling of a mans warm cum in my pussy only Johnny didn't stop cumming. I felt three or four bursts of his hot cum in my pussy. He came so much I could feel his hot sticky cum trickling out of my pussy down to my.