They only drank the guards pee or blood when they had their periods and the only mealy they ate was their shit and at least their barf. They were forc...ed to eat each drop of these extremely nasty meals and obviously enjoyed it. The level of their slave ship was the lowest level one can imagine except of the most extreme level I ever had heard of. This was the sack level. Some extremely cruel and ruthless mistresses at least were willing and able to cut off the slave’s legs and arms. Then, after. My ass hungbelow a thin tight waist, and a set of wide feminine hips. The pantiesclung perfectly to the upside down heart shape of my ass that wasperched on top of a pair of thick, long legs.I found myself smiling at the reflection, which confused me quite a bit.Especially since it felt like pride I was feeling. I shook the thoughtout of my head, but it was quickly replaced by an even more foreign one:If my ass and legs looked like this now, what would they look likeshaved?I turned and looked. "and playfully rubbed his hairy chest.That comment was ignored and I watched as he lowered his head to thebreast he had cupped in his hand. I could feel the heat of his breathfirst, then the warmth of his lips, tongue tracing the nipple, sucking,hand squeezing softly... I was on my second or third mental orgasm,body stiff, one hand locked in his hair encouraging him to continue. Itfelt beyond words, explanation, I... Fuck me! I mean literally I wouldscream that at the top of my lungs if it. She’d wound herself up to say something.“I’ve become quite fond of Ron,” She told me, a bit formally. “He’s a very caring person, and we get along well. I’ve been seeing more of him just recently, as you can imagine with being left on my own more. I wanted you to meet him.“Now I don’t want you to say anything, just yet. I want you to think about what you want. What you really want. We’re the same age but in some ways you’re younger than me now. I can understand that but I want to be with.