A young woman came out of a tent near to where the slaves were tethered. She was tall and fair, barefoot and scantily clad. She carried a beaker full ...f water for the bearded Man. He took the beaker and drank from it. Francine wondered if she might be getting to drink soon herself. The sun was getting higher in the purple sky by the minute and her distress more acute with every second. The slave girl took the pitcher back inside the tent."'Tis thirsty work, whipping the newly arrived slaves.". We had a few drinks before entering, of course., us old sluts do like to drink ! Neither of us two sluts were there a few minutes before we had guys talking to us. Well, Karen being the direct "get down to business" slut that she is told one of them , a younger guy to drop his pants interupting his small talk. Well, he did that and she started sucking his dick. Well, two other guys did the same and I was watching my friend Karen suck off three guys at once. I thought What the fuck ? Im the one. I've been her slave for a long time. After being trained,then you'll know what it means to be a slave girl." "Could you release me?" "If she knew that I even had the keys to my shoes, I'd be punished. If Iwould let you down Erica would probably put me on the horse for a month,then whip me every day for good measure." "Do you like being whipped?" "Well, you get used to it," replied Andrea, "I have to leave now. I can'trisk being discovered here. Bye." Andrea fled. Perhaps she had heard. I just stood there looking at his bulge. Finally, with his free hand he pushed down on my shoulder and I slowly fell to my knees. I was now eye level with his crotch. I knew what he wanted and a part of me wanted it too. But I was a married woman and this was wrong. I heard him put down his drink then watched in awe as he unbuttoned his pants. Then he pulled out a penis that was twice the size of Jim’s. I didn’t move so he placed his hands on my head and pulled me toward him. Right before his.