A closer location

"Wait, my brother." You rest your hand on Djuba's shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. "The streets are still too dangerous for a pair like us." Your hand touches the black ring around your neck that is a constant reminder of your slavery. "Why hide by the river, when there is somewhere closer?" You glance meaningfully at the door leading to the estate. "I think the better call is to stay here until we are ready to make our move." It doesn't take him long to realize what you are saying, and the broad-chested man cackles like a hyena suddenly eager to continue this rampage.

"That's right! There's another of these pretty little heifers inside, and their dame too," Djuba tells you what you already know. "Maybe more if some of those snotty maids are home. If we stay here, we can take our fill of the mother and sister." You didn't think he'd be hard to persuade.

"There'll never be a better chance," you agree slowly, "and life is short and getting shorter from the sounds of things."

You consider this unexpected opportunity one more time as you look down at the ruined girl at your feet. Already, your cock is starting to thicken at the thought of ravishing her mother and sister, making those haughty bitches squeal for mercy. The mistress of the house is a fine-looking woman with heavy jugs and wide child-bearing hips. Sasha's younger sister on the other hand is almost boyish in build with small breasts that still have to fill out and long slender legs that move with the grace of an antelope.

You well understand Djuba's desire to finish what you've started, feeling either or both of those lily-white cunts writhing on your cock like Sasha had might be worth the delay. On the other hand, you didn't know for how long Milo is going to out. If he returns to the house and you are not in the stables, he might get suspicious and bring some of his guard friends. You have the chance to get out now for sure. Stopping to rut like a bull on this harem of cows might kill any chance of escape. You've already lost control of the situation using Sasha's tight young holes; pausing for more **** might just exhaust your luck.

To your surprise, even though your fellow **** is a few years older than you and strong-headed bastard at that, he looks at you expectantly waiting for you to make the call.