He was gentle and respectful, he treated her like a woman and not a slave. The doctor pronounced her in excellent health with most likely a very long ...ife ahead of her. The diagnoses was not a surprise to either Elle herself or the prince. On the other hand her examination by the slave assessor was as degrading as possible. He placed his fingers in Elle’s every orifice, poked and prodded her and had her assume the most humiliating positions while he determined her fair market value. Elle felt. It was getting hot, very hot as she was riding him faster and faster and she could no longer take being in her shirt while she was fucking him. She ripped the shirt off and threw it across the room, her soft breasts now totally open for Mr. Greg’s torture.Mr. Greg looked at her breasts while they were bouncing up and down from her riding him so hard. He brought his hands up and squeezed them lightly. She hissed at this, signaling that she loved his actions. Her black hair was bouncing and. As we sow, so shall we reap, an old and new testament theology with a Hindu flavor. "Maybe. Maybe not," I dropped my glasses and reached for a smoke. "If you go through like hating folks who share their genitals with lovers of the same sex, you're a jerk. If you get off violating a couple of bisexual women, you earn the right to retribution. His mind must have been a mess; his homophobic hand glued to the prick of his gay-bashing buddy. Poetic justice in a daisy chain of mutual involuntary. The candle at her bedside was all the light she needed as she undressed and washed her face at the basin. Grandfather had installed indoor plumbing - mostly for her, but he loved new gadgets and innovations. She was thrilled to have running water in the kitchen and a privy in the house.Pulling a nightgown from the drawer, she turned towards her bed. Without thinking, she opened the window to let in the fresh breeze and sat down to comb her hair. As she sat, naked in front of her mirror, she.