Plowing is work reserved for the largest and strongest of slaves. The sunbaked my body as I struggled to keep the plow true as it coursed through thee...arth. He applied the whip repeatedly when it swerved off course. "See how if feels to be whipped like a dog." I plowed six furrows before my strength failed and I fell exhausted to myknees. "Get up, Mistress, we're not near done yet, don't you want to grow enoughtaters to feed that bastard of yours?" screamed Garamond raining blows downon my. 'Not again.'The girl smiled over her shoulder. "You just copy my actions. I'll show you how you really love a woman." Suddenly the girl's head was between Faith's spread thighs and her fingers were at her labia. She was faced with the sight of the girl's brown cunt and muscular bottom, the brown labia glistened with cum and saliva, the soft inner flesh was a delicate shade of salmon pink. The darker brown, crinkled hole of her anus winked at her. Faith's mind screamed at her, 'No! No! It's. Ron shouted, "Mrs Bates, its Ron Portman I've brought some memos for you to sign, here," he moved, Bob had watched as she had breathlessly pulled the buzzing thing from her sopping cunt, she stood, almost falling as she tried to turn it off and hide it behind her back, she grabbed for the wall to steady herself before turning, trapping the cock between her and the wall she faced the advancing men.Her legs were shaking as she tried to compose herself, the stupid grin on the faces of the men. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—” His voice makes an accusation. “You knew what it was all along, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I say.“How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a cave bear alone,” I tell him. “The bear, however, had no such compunction. Ordinarily they didn’t trouble us unprovoked, but for whatever reason of its own.