Her Mrs. Clause skirt was up around her waist and the skimpy little top was laying next to the workout bench. She looked at me and said, “Tram, what... are you doing down here? You know you’re not supposed to be at the party!” I could not get any words out as my eyes were fixated on my moms naked body. Her silicone breasts and pierced nipples looked amazing. Her perfectly smooth cunts lips and pierced clit dripped with her own cum and Bills. I finally got some words out.... “I’m sorry.” Was all I. Now, we could actually both concentrate on enjoying ourselves.Now, down all the way, the massive thickness of him pressed the excess flesh of my labia against my clitoris, bringing it out of its little home, and being even further stimulated by the thick, stiff hair of T—-’s lower abs and pubes…. at this point, I wasn’t even thinking in words anymore… at least not human words, and I just put my arms around T—-’s neck, and “hung on for dear life” —- I couldn’t see anymore, and I’m sure my eyes. The plan worked very well, and by the time some men came for them, most of the girls were having stomachache, laying in their cages, all curled up, and all of them had a fever. The men were furious, and soon vented on Lilly, as she explained she had stomach flu some days ago, and that she probably infected them while being transported. Marianne looked at her, her expression saying "You dumb girl, don't make it even harder on yourself". The man said with an evil grin that she'll have to work for. Corvus had pieced together enough of the sentences to realize that what the man was saying was absurd - gods turning into animals and impregnating women, people turned into animals or inanimate objects, Father Jove carrying around lightning bolts in his hands without wearing protective gloves. If people had bothered to translate, they would have to be giggling or at least squirming at the absurdity of it.Before learning about the inner lives of slaves, Corvus had known very few people who.