His moral outrage was further eroded by the fact that he had fucked a slave and it had been the most exciting sexual experience of his life!His mind w...andered from the path of legal considerations to the feel of his cock pushing into Willow's rear passage and reveling in that sensation. His mind vibrated with the memory of Page screaming from the crop stoke while holding him in her mouth and His memory of Willow riding him and cuming deep inside her. His mind wandered to the slaves for sale and. Emma is still sleeping, her quiet snoring now and then does rather pull at his heartstring, but no, he mustn’t feel that way, not yet. He gently removes her mask, and she stirs awake, smiling up at him.He sits on the bed next to her and caresses her face a little before he bends and kisses her. He tells himself that he is only doing this to start her juices flowing again.“Emma are you ready to continue some more?”She shakes her head first to clear it on waking, and then nods it fully and. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!With each blow her cries got louder. Each time his hand connected with her bottom, her breasts wobbled and caused her turgid nipples to abrade on the cloth of the ottoman. Cass swore her pussy was leaking onto his jeans. Her belly tingled with an impending orgasm that she fought to control.Eric’s hand gently rubbed her quickly reddening ass. “You have two more to go. Where would you like them my pet?” His voice calmed by her submission.“Where ever. Hold onto these for me….” Donald Jefferson Bartlett (the Third) peered into his whiskey, and wondered if it should have been a triple. “It won’t tell your future!” the young man sat down across the table from him. “Huh?” “The whiskey. It won’t tell the future. Some of the ancients, they used to look in pools of water, or blood, or oil, and try to see images, truths – but, hell, if you try that and you see anything then, best case, you’re mad. Best case, that is.” “You some sort of weirdo? Some.