I submerged my head under the invigorating waterfall and reached over to the edge of the tub for my favourite coconut-scented shampoo. I twisted off t...he cap, squirted a blob of it into my palm and worked it into my hair. A refreshing tropical aroma took over the shower.Hmm, it’s like a Hawaiian vacation. Nice.While the shampoo sat in my hair, I pumped out a lime body wash over my mesh sponge and lathered the soap into my arms, chest and stomach. The citrus-scented suds trailed down my body and. "Finally awake," Richard said, still stroking his hard cock, "Good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to start without you."As he said it, he moved closer to me and leaned his face over my chest and reached down with his free hand to roughly grope and squeeze my tits. My nipples were getting hard. I felt myself starting to relax under his touch. My nipples were responding, but so was my pussy. I could feel my clit beginning to throb. God, he knew exactly what to do. He was playing with my tits,. The poor girl was being played like a guitar and seemed to enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed watching the whole show. The knots were getting wet and I decided to join in and taste that sweet pussy juice. As I tried to stand up my shackles rattled, momentarily catching the monsters attention. A tentacle slid between my chained arms while another grabbed me around the waist. It dragged me closer and positioned me so that my face was exactly where I wanted it to be, right in front of one of. He died within seconds and I had him hauled off to the mass grave.The two families I tried in the afternoon ended up with the wives, mistresses, and children remaining free citizens, and the husbands receiving death sentences that their former female slaves eagerly applied immediately. With the former wives and mistresses unsure about what to do now, I offered to let them stay at my estate. They would have to work, but I would see to their needs and those of their children. I promised that.