"The Slave Sigil." A permanent form of evidence that shows you where once a slave, even if one was to escape their slave leathers.Finally after a long...time the stains lifted from the sheets and flowed down the river. Alicia picked up the sheets and forced them into a straw basket so they where easy to carry. She begun her journey through the quaint village to her masters home. Arnol Botley owned her. He was young for a lord, only 32 years of age. His father had died several years ago leaving. The wine hit like a hammer on my empty stomach and I felt the Buzz almost straight away. Jessica was looking at me and hadn’t stopped smiling all night. Stacey was the first to broach the subject.. Jessica, if your going to have sex with Liam and I, Id like you to learn as much as you can while you have the chance. Jessica looked at her mother and said, Yep, I’m all for that. What do you want me to do? Well Stacey said, why don’t you strip Liam down in the most seductive manner as you can think. Bridgett from what I can remember has been an Amazon (manly the tall and beautiful part) with a nice perfectly round ass, which is pretty much the opposite of Crystal’s small tight ass. We were close but manly because we had mutual friends but other than that we hung out quite a bit. Not that I would brag but if some one would ask me I would say I would love to fuck my cousin. Sometimes on those few nights were I would jack off she might from time to time be one of my fantasies.I jumped out of. "NOW BACK OFF!!" She shouted.(Up in the control room "They won't fuckin' kill her will they?" Tony asked concerned."With tits like that, they may be black but their not stupid" Al replied.)WPC Green glanced about, they were too deep between her and the road her only hope was to hurt some and then go for the door at the far end of the cul-de-sac, and hope its open. Sweat was forming on her brow, some of them had knives and chains, she poised on the balls of her feet. Ready to run"You wanna be.