As he idly listened to Tali's screams and Heather's caneslashing the prone slave girl again and again, he wondered how Bland couldcall himself a mathe...atician and whether Tali'smother had started lunch yet up at the Big House. "I hope you had a good drive." Mrs. Snowden said,as they cleared the last of the dishes. She was amazed that Natalia wouldpersist in her relationship with Fenton Weir, the strange, half-breed convict,and certainly didn't think much of Mr. Weir's sullen, overweight. She took my hand in hers and said lets get our tickets to ride.We tried sex in a lot of various places and when i looked down at her petite bod and saw her plump pink nipples hardening under her braless t-shirt,I knew what she had in mind.We bought our tickets and waited in line as the sweet scent of cotton candy and carnival treats wafted through the still summer air.We were now at the front of the line and entered our favorite ride at the carnival "The Zipper" a ride with small cages that. . yes, either one or both I don't care, just do something." She whimpered.I slide a hand up her thigh and a finger lightly over her pussy lips to confirm what I already suspected... she was wet. "You don't really care whose cock or tongue either, do you bitch?" Yes. You know I do, I love you, I want your cock, now." Bullshit! I was with you last night at the dance. I saw the way you were shaking it for anybody with a cock. Admit it bitch!" No, I want you! I was doing that for you."I slapped her. Three showers and she still felt dirty from their filth.By the time her husband, george, came home at 11pm, she finally had herself under control; her eyes dried and make-up covering the redness. Lucy melted into george’s arms in relief. He, feeling quite amorous swept her off her feet and directly onto the bed, untying her bathrobe. Wide-eyed, taken aback, he stared at her shaven pussy and outrageous tattoo. “what the hell have you done to yourself? Lucy, what is that?”Lucy, the normally prim.