”“Please tell me what year is it?” I asked her.“1864, July.”For a minute, I thought, I wasn’t used to doing sums anymore, “My God, I’v... been here eight years then. Do you know the date?”Elizabeth had to think as she worked out the date, “It’s the 21st today, why, is it important?”“Yes, it’s my birthday today, I’m eighteen.” Then I started to cry again.After a while I calmed myself, before haltingly and with long pauses, I began to tell her my story...........We were three years in New South. Said he didn't think it was all that ladylike. Fuck that, I had been taught that a bitch's place is on her knees for her Master, and while Michael sure as hell could never measure up all the way, I was sure still hoping he could.Luckily[?] I got my way as Michael was rightfully a bit humiliated at his 'little' problem on our wedding night there. So I had dutifully dropped to my knees and tried to use all my talents to perform the miracle but... [Just wish I had knee pads that first night, cause. Showered kisses on them initially. Then pressed my face into them. Finally started sucking and squeezing them. She got crazy and started feeling my dick and balls. I continued sucking her breasts like an animal sometimes biting her. She said don’t bite or else I will punish you. I said ok, then again bitted after some time. She released my dick with her hand and reached out for my hips. Felt them gently, wow her hand felt so warm over there. I felt some liquid over my asshole, perhaps she. We were at a 200 club drawing with all the free drinks, food,etc. As the evening went on we became friendlier towards each sharing various thing in our lives including sex happenings. Some were funny and you laughed your ass off, others were so so. After the drawings(which none of us won the big prize) we decided to go to the local watering hole just a couple miles away. Coincidentally there is a motel next door, but more on that later. At 2 AM we were pretty much too drunk to drive.