It was undeniably pleasurable, and an electric shock rippled through her from her childs softer, lighter touch. Ann took in the sensitive pink flesh b...fore her eyes, at the taut ruby lips of her childs pussy. The way that her lovely little girls delectable young cunt was flowering open as Julie widened her legs still more. Ann trembled and moaned with the incestuous lust she felt for her daughter, as Julies fingers stroked her pussy. Ann was unable to stop from arching her buttocks and letting. In a brothel you got lots of sex and the bad men were interspersed with good ones. All had agreed that being a field slave or bath slave would be the pits; after a clitorectomy, a hysterectomy, and with the vulva sewn up so that no man could use you in the normal way, you would get no pleasure even from being sodomised.Then, last of all, it was Zubeydeh's turn. As she was led to the Auction Block with an abaya covering her from head to toe, the auctioneer announced her lot number in his usual. At first I wasn't very keen because I thought it would be difficult to find somewhere to fuck. When we arrived on the Friday night I was surprised to say the least. Sylvie, Collettes mum, was a very sexy looking woman of 45 who always looked nice but her dad Malcolm was 65, captain of his golf club and a bit dull. I needn't have worried about fucking as Collette was not at all inhibited at home. Her parents allowed us to sleep together and she would moan louder at home than she did in the. . eg."Martinez said, "You're all right, L.T. You got hurt in the swamp, and drugged afterwards. You're safe now. You can wake up."I'm awake, Martinez. I just don't want to open my eyes, because my leg hurts too much.It didn't make much sense to me, either, so I opened my eyes.Arti had my arm over her shoulder and she was holding me up in a sitting position, in the bed.She said, "Good. You're awake. There's some ice chips in the cup on the table next to the bed. Can you reach them?"Then she.