My plaything was indeed a pretty thing. Pretty and soon to learn her fate, but first she must suffer, and I knew even now that suffering had started a...ain...I'm going to die. I'm sure of that. The bitch is slowly torturing me to death. I don't want to die at all, but if this goes on for much longer I'll probably look forward to it. She's found some new way to torture me, a really perfect way. If I'd have any strength left for unnecessary feelings or thoughts I would admire the woman for her. .Mai toung anadar dal k chusne laga..Bahat chusa..Bahat….Wbo pagalo k tara ho rah thi..Uske mu se jor se aoaj nikal rahi thi..Oooo…Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.Yesssssssssssss..Common darling….Plssssssss fuck me….Yea sab sunke mera or char gaya..Pher mai ne uski do tang mere kandho mai lea..Pher gand k niche k pillow rakha.. Pher mai ne mere lund dhire dhire andar dalne laga…Mai ne bola..Rakhi darling tumhari chut kafi tight hai..Usne bola …Nahi yr,,tera lund mota hai..Phir ma uski kamar pakar ki ek jorse. I recognized it from before but also saw something new.In front of the entrance was a scarecrow of sorts. A wooden pole had been thrust into the ground. On the top, a black-painted bull’s skull was affixed and beneath that was a horizontal shaft with torn pennants of alternating gray and black. It looked like a demonic version of the knights’ standards that I saw at some other tents and locations.“What’s that?” I asked Sylva, pointing towards it.“Uh-oh,” she said slowly. “That’s his. " I nodded slightly. His hands were strong and calloused, but gentle as they moved over my back and shoulders."I ain't never met a freeborn negra before." Really?" I smiled at that. "Do you like being a slave?" Do I like it?" Tom Henry laughed. "What do you mean by that?"His hands were moving along my spine and I gave a little shimmy of pleasure, the way his fingers would ride up my dark oily skin nice and slow."Untie that string there," I sighed, "It's getting in the way." Yes ma'am," he said.