" Hello Shawn," I said."Hello Lucy, you are really skinny," he said being brutally honest."Yes I am Shawn," I said it smiling. I enjoyed seeing the lo...ok of panic on Wilma's face. "And you are really observant. So tell me have you ever been fishing?" No, but I have seen people on TV fishing," he said."Well today we are going to be fishing old school," I said. The whole conversation took longer to happen than to repeat."What is old school?" he asked interested."Old school, is with a 12' cane pole. I think he is thinking what I am. LOL. I lay back again and let him continue to lick me. This goes on for another minute then he just stops. I go to get up and growls! Ok its cool. I will just lay here. Then he puts his two front feet up on the bed and begins to hump the air again. Oh my, he is trying to fuck me. I started to have second thoughts.I started to try to get up but he began to hump vigoursly and then growled when I moved. OOOWWWWWW...he hit my ass hole. Horny as i was I. ?No, no, no. Don’t worry, no minors. No one who couldn’t agree to it. You see, what happens is that a lot of times bitchslaves and muttslaves are the most naturally submissive of all slaves. So, their owners will get together, and have them de-sterilized, and they’ll give birth. The child is free, just like every other child born to a slave, or anyone else for that matter. However, with the parent’s enslaved, as soon as the baby is off breast milk, the owners become his or her legal. When she’d asked for sturdy fabrics from the seamstress, she was laughed at and told that the women at court dressed much differently from those that were still in the outlands. Pulling it over her battered skin, she had to fight back tears, every inch of her wanting to scream until she was hoarse and then go absolutely insane. It would serve them all if she did, she thought as she furiously scrubbed at the hot tears as they coursed down her cheeks. Oh, how she wished she could take off that.