...a roar fills my ears. My eyes though closed are filling with a techicolor rainbow of greed, excitement and lust. It feel slike hours as I feel your...head bob up and down my shaft...sucking.....expelling, gripping, teasing....sometimes totally releasing and blowing over. I look down to see my shaft...shiney with your saliva, a silky thread of spit connected to the edgs of your lips...barely an inch from it's purple tip. Your eyes are cast upwards, almost seeking a reply, a remark....a. That rocking motion caused each of them to press their mound directly into the others. By the fourth lash both were accentuating that movement to rub clit to clit with their sister.Had they been true slaves, they would have been forced to count the strokes, but since they were, for the moment, still free women, they had the luxury of concentrating instead on the sensations between their legs and on their breasts. As they continued to rub against each other, the lash became just an. The boy spurted twice, ribbons of sperm that fell tothe bench he sat on. The woman patted his cheek and puthis hands on the oar at his hip. “Jam, gud,” she toldhim, still unsatisfied but sure he would be better intime for he had the size and the strength. She hoped hewould be as good than the kona she had just fed to thetossing waves, the one with the wonderfully curvedorgan who simply wore out. The old sucker came andlicked up the spilled sperm, including a thick streakon her. I didn't want her to feel the same thing.The banging against the wall starts up again. I don't know how to respond without upsetting her. I down my drink then have another. I don't like this.She grabs at my belt. My hand goes over hers to stop her."I don't think you want to do that," I warn.I'm already struggling to hold myself back. She was trying to ruin my restraint, but her green eyes are fiery."I think I do," she says defiantly.She kisses me again, opening her mouth to mine. My tongue.