They had no chance as Hippolyte put arrows into them, and they fell as soon as they were hit.Our men quickly took care of their opponents, and they we...e barely breathing hard when the fight was over. Most of that hard breathing was less from the exertion of the fight than the effect of the adrenaline that the ex-slaves had not felt for many years, if ever. They were immensely proud of themselves, as they should have been, and Hippolyte praised them lavishly for their sterling performance.The. She started sliding slowly at first, her long slow moans mixing cacophonously with those of the tortured Abby. I could hear the girl screaming against the gag, writhing around on the futon, to no avail. All she’d do is tire her self out.“Whoa,” I cried out in surprise, Ellie had suddenly increased her pace. My hands resumed their work on her clit. Her eyes remained shut, her lips pursed together with pleasure, those wrinkles on her forehead made her oh so cute. I lay there, my fingers. “Do I get to see yours now I have showed you mine?” he asked with a smile. Ann smiled. Marlon rested his hand on her knee. There was no adverse response from Ann and so he began to slide it upwards. Tension filled the room once again. John looked on wondering just how far Ann would let the hem of her dress rise up her legs and Marlon was obviously thinking along the same lines as well. Inch by inch it rose. The tops of her stockings came into view; white lacy flower patterns. The suspender. I probed around between her legs with my tongue until I found her eagerly awaiting clit. I listened to her moans and felt her body movements to get to the perfect speed and technique to maximize her pleasure. I kept massaging her clit with my tongue until her moans started getting really louder and I could tell she was about to climax. I shoved two fingers as deep as I could into her warm dripping wet pussy and curled my fingers forward and back to give her that little extra stimulation that.