She tingles all over her body and feels her strength and will growing. "I'm going to please Miss Rose," Ashley says, half to the slave, half to hersel...f. "I'm sure you will. However, I think it's going to be a while until Miss Rose gives you that chance." Ashley takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat. "All I know is that, Miss Rose wants me to have fun. And I want to cum again. And you're going to help me," the slave-girl says, playing with Ashley's hair. She gets up on the. She looked like a little kid with her first peddle car steering right, then left, then back. She reached over and grabbed the gear shift. Oh shit! This could be a problem if she puts it in gear. I grabbed her hand to prevent her from putting it in gear. Then she noticed the vibration. The big diesel engine was thrumming rhythmically and transferring the vibration up through the shift lever. “Oh, this feels gooooood!” she purred. “Wow, I’d love to have one of these in my bedside table.” I. In the trunk of the car Rob has brought his knives and cleavers. He is eager for Ethel to refuse what ever Harry offers her. Ethel is tied where they left her. Harry unties her and as before they have brought her breakfast and a coffee and again they allow her to relieve herself and wash herself in private. When she was done Harry said"we have to talk" Ethel sits down and Harry starts to explain the dangerous position she is in. He explains that for the rest of the day they are going to use her. I estimated her to be close to fifty but she certainly didn’t look it. There were no telltale signs of age on her body, no wrinkles, no unnecessary sag anywhere. Her breasts only sagged due to their size and gravity of course. I estimated them to be a C-cup. Her pussy had not been trimmed all winter and was due for a serious makeover.I took her hand and said, “Lets started with the enema and clean out the dirtiest part first. That seemed quite easy, seeing as how it was my first time ever. Next.