" I couldn't help looking at her ass as it jiggled, I just wanted to squeeze it and make her squirm. We ended up laying our beach towels over there by...that new pool. She lied on the sunbed adjacent to mine, and reached into her bag to get some sun lotion. "Need some?" She offered"Sure, Thanks" I end up taking sun lotion and rubbing it over my chest and legs. When it was her turn, I tried taking a sneak peek as she rubbed her hand on her thighs. In my mind, that sun lotion was my cum, and I was. The women would be raped bred, and sold for fun and sport. These men would then returned to England as brave conquering soldiers of the Crown. Not that this was a bad thing as at the time back in those days this sort of thing was perfectly acceptable,.. unlike the political correctness of today. But political correctness has no place in modern day slave trading. This slave trading complex easily existed and continued to operate under British supervision through out the 19th and 20th centurys.. They were here, and neither said a word now. I felt a hand on my back. Someone had chosen me. Then, something slippery and greasy on my asshole. They’d gone to get lubricant! A finger full of the greasy stuff worked its way slowly into my asshole, then came out. Then, with a new load of lubricant, it worked its way in again. Then several more times. The finger did its job, filling my ass with lubricant. It felt so dirty, yet so good, to be bent over a chair, unable to see anything, my asshole. Eleanor trotted over to the registration tent and plopped the platter down. Seph was right behind her carrying five plates, cups, and eatery; knives, forks, spoons. They hustled back in time to pick up as big a platter of pork as there had been beef. The cook slopped big bowls full of ranch style beans, slaw, oven roasted taters and pre buttered corn on the cob in the hands of all four and said, "Scoot!"There were a lot of people who wanted to know how come this bunch got fed and nobody else.