<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div>The two guardswomen rode Wanre with athletic vigour, their lean battle fit bodies writhed and gyrated as the used him for their pleasure. The dark skinned Nubian received the most stimulation and after ten minutes of milking Wanre's cock was gasping and moaning each time she bore down on his bucking hips. The Nubian leaned back as she neared climax, her hand groping behind her and between Wanre's thighs for the cord around his genitals. When she began to cry out in her throes of passion she tugged the cord loose. Wanre was at last free to ejaculate as the slender guard writhed in climax around his thick cock.<br/><br/>When the tremors of passion passed and the Nubian panted from the force of her exertions and pleasure, she rose from Wanre's body. Her jet black labia gaped wide to reveal the wet pink interior and creamy white seed trickled from her cunt.<br/><br/>"His balls hold an ample draught sister." The blonde sitting on Wanre's face laughed. "If the seed is as vigourous as it is copious it will take root in your belly. Then what shall you do?"<br/><br/>"I'll marry you of course sister." The dark one replied. "And lie at home until our daughter is born and a wetnurse is hired."<br/><br/>Much of their promised hour with Wanre still remained, so the guardswomen brought wine and food from the villa's kitchen and lounged beside the slave. They ate and drank, feeding Wanre sweet fruit and strips of meat by hand and even allowing him sips of strong spiced wine. They played with Wanre's cock, laughing and lewdly joking about his impressive size whilst they waited for him to recuperate.