The totally invent sins out of thin fucking air, just so they can feel guilty and get some loving.Like "sins of the mind". What the fuck is that? They...want to feel guilty for just coveting someone's ass. Not me. If I'm going to pay the price, the least I'm going to do is have a real, bad-ass, don't-look-at-me-that-way-or-I'll-kick-your-ass sin to atone for.I go to church all the time now, just to embarrass my parents. It's my way of getting back at them for sending me to that camp.Do I sound. ? The Asian slave replied in a soft seductive voice. ?Back in an hour then,? Lizibeth said, ?Remember, spotless.? She left through a door. The other slave looked at me.?Hi, what’s your name?? she said brightly in the same husky voice. I smiled at her and presented my ass. I heard her chuckle as I turned back to face her. ?Can’t talk, hey, Kala? That’s alright, I think we’ve got a lot of work to do, I’m.?She turned around, stamped on her ass: SLAVE XO I resisted the urge to giggle, I had to be. The laundry’ll be done soon in this breeze. I might have time for another load before the sun is gone. She started walking, wiping her hands on her cotton apron. At the barn window she stopped just off to the side, out of sight of the occupants inside, and leaned her shoulder against the warm wood of the window frame. It was the perfect spot with the perfect view. The corner of her nail went back between her teeth as she watched, enraptured. Beyond the window, standing in the loose hay piled. He looked at my young fresh boobs. “What happened? Did you like my boobs?” I asked, “Here feel them,” I said grabbing his hand and putting them on my boobs. “And here, feel how wet I am. I also want your cock, I’m also your daughter,” I said, guiding his hand down to my pussy and grabbing his crotch. He wasn’t saying anything but I felt him rubbing my pussy through my panties inside my skirt. I was getting aroused feeling those teasing movement of his fingers on my pussy. I couldn’t say.