Looking at the pink slit of her opening, peeping from behind her silky brown pubic hair and set amidst her graceful thighs was a sight to behold for e...er.Smitha after looking at her captivating cunt threw all inhibitions to the wind and placing her hands squarely on her pubic hair and parting her sex lips and looking deep inside said 'you have the most beautiful cunt.''Is it so' asked Pushpa?'Have you ever seen your cunt' she threw the question back to her?'Yes, I have seen it often' she shot. He gestured to the other slave, who immediately brought a towel to him. "It is quite the shame that you are not part of that treaty, slave."Amanda opened her eyes. She did not say a word, but she did not try to disguise her relief.Norlan smiled tightly. "You know, I would consider keeping you for myself if I had the opportunity. But I have a feeling that you would fetch such a high price on the market that the temptation to sell you for profit would be too great to resist."Amanda tried not to. They were picky. Very. OK -- they were snobs, at least her father was. Both parents wanted her to Marry Well. It was a big deal in their lives right now, and had been, for a couple of years. They had been introducing her, together and separately, to a whole series of their ideals of suitable men, for some time now.Believe it or not, I understood all of this pretty well. I mean, back home in Coshocton, I had been considered pretty suitable, in most quarters. I think even the parents of the rich. No bra. The waistband of the pajama pants rolled down to rest on her hips. Fluffy Elmo slippers. Between the top and pants is a patchwork of muscle with a small round depression in the middle where I was dreaming of placing my tongue while Glo gesticulated with her arms to punctuate whatever point she was making.“Really? You don’t think it is too harsh that I threatened to move out if she ate it. I already feel guilty.”“What?!? Wait ... No! Don’t move out! I would miss you ... I mean we, uh.