“Three, Massa Hopkins”. Again my arm draws back; I look down and see wet spots in the dirt as the tears stream from her face and fall. Another out...burst erupts as her face draws into a grimace and Ed calls, “Four, Massa Hopkins.” I look back to her ass and see a crisscross of stripes forming. Again, and again the riding crop lands and a new welt springs up in its place. She is a mixture of sobbing and wailing while Ed continues to call the strokes. “Five, Massa, six, seven, eight, nine, Massa. It was, disgusting. Uncircumcised pricks smelled. Jenny had refused ever to touch one. Now she had one practically shoved up her nostril. She tried to hold her breath for awhile, but that was impossible. She breathed sharply, taking in life-giving air along with the nauseating scent of the old man's cock. She wished she were dead."Enjoying yourselves?" Harlan taunted. "Nice day. Good day for a party. Me and the young 'uns decided to save you some gas. You can have your party right here. No need. Please please stop..."after quite a while of watching her struggle he untied the rope and walked her to the cinder block bed placing her face down so her head hung over one edge and her ass hung over the other.? Her taped hands lay on the floor in front of her and he could see her trying to stretch them and bring the blood back to her fingers.she wiggled a bit, so he smacked her ass multiple time, hard, to make sure she understood to stay still.? he took rope and tied each of her ankles to. They went to the restaurant, and started their dinner, having eyes only for each other.But at the coffee, a maid came, holding a rose and a note, destined to Lydia. The son of a noble that was having dinner in the back of the restaurant was asked her for a "ride".Both lovers knew that a noble could have sex with every girl he wanted. It was part of his privileges. If the girl did not accept, it was considered as an offence, so she could be arrested and turned as a slave. If the man opposed the.