Many men were despatched here. I can just imagine them, noosed and naked but for a white shroud, the coffin they sat on during their last journey, in ...the back of the cart waiting for them. I can imagine lots of smiling women in the crowd and hear them cheer as the cart is drawn away. Many would have helped themselves to orgasms beneath those heavy skirts they wore, as they watched the male dance for them, perhaps having one last orgasm himself too, in front of so many people." Her words had me. She was snug but wet enough to fuck so after about five or six bounces of her ass I was screwing Erin. I leaned down then put my lips on hers. We had kissed like make out artists the first time we played the game so she didn’t recoil or reject me. As our lips caressed I evened out my thrusts, stroking deep down then pulling back until the end of my cock chilled. I effed my sister until she put her hands my shoulders then said “I want to feel everything.”“You want me to cum in you?” She moved. She then not only grabbed my hand, but quickly rolled me on to my back and climbed atop my hips before I could even realize what she was doing."Don't forget, I'm the one that's in charge here," Joyce said, a smile creeping across her face. "And I think it's time that I started to do just that."With that, she began to unbutton my shirt and pulled it off loosened my pants, but left them where they were."So, let's see...you were going to play with my breasts," she said. "Maybe I should do the same. Donna lapped for all she was worth, swallowing every drop of juice from the slave’s cunt. If she would have had the time to she would have regretted that the wonderful taste of her Mistress’s pussy on her tongue was replaced by the one of a slave but the current that was turning her cunt inside out didn’t allow that. She was barely coherent as she felt the slave cum in her mouth and the current in her cunt increased a little more as her Mistress finally allowed her to cum. Her orgasm crushed.