I threw an end over the fan motor and secured her hands to it. she moaned, "im not to sure" she started. "Don't care what you are sure or not about" I... replied I hoisted her arms above her head, she wriggled. I then got down in front of her, she inhaled sharply. I looked at her cunt, puffy red lips stared back. She undulated her hips slightly. I laughed. I cruelly jerked one leg and then the other apart and secured her ankles to a chair and the leg of the table. I stood up, she looked. Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a cool 50.000 Gold coins as well as a free mansion in the ritzy noble hill district of Rasheul! Swagalicious!”Excluding the clerks questionable attitude, everything seemed fairly standard for such a competition. But of course the Rasheul Great Slave Tournament wouldn't attract tourists from well beyond the Free Cities if it wasn't for that one peculiarity that made it so enticing.The girl gave me a huge. She spreads her legs and lifts the edge of her coat. The light from the duck pond reflects against her glistening thighs. Her pussy hair is light and shows up as gossamer wisps silhouetted against the sea behind her. She tugs at her labia, arranging the folds of her pussy to be more conspicuous. I move a little closer. Looking up, I capture her round midriff and full breasts. She circles her nipples with her fingers.I hear the car door open. It's her husband, I recognize him from the bar. He's. The bedroom was very cramped but this didn’t stop us fucking. Di knew that I looked at porn mags but she couldn’t understand the fascination. On the second or third night we had a great fuck and as usual di let me cum inside her as she was on the pill. As we lay recovering I told her that a fantasy of mine would be to photograph her naked – she of course refused. I had a Minolta SLR (single Lens Reflex) camera and wasn’t too bad a photographer. Di’s concern was that if I did photograph her.