It was the Island of Dewees and it was part of the Gullah Sea Islands that existed mostly in a time warp of traditional African culture and antebellum...aesthetics. It was like something out of a Margaret Mitchell novel. The Black population of the island spoke fluent Gullah, a Creole language Charles had never even heard of before. They passed by the Black residents who waved at the driver and greeted her like she was a beloved neighbor, ignoring the half naked white man who scrambled behind. Suddenly she felt him begin to fill her, it was beyond anything she had ever experienced, mind blowing, a new fantasy fulfilled, her senses over-loaded and she slumped from his grasp in a moments u*********sness. He withdrew, seed dribbled from her ravaged body, as he released first her ankles, then her wrists as she returned to our world. Her wrists were marked from the strain against her bonds and she was slumped on the table, tiredly exhausted. Smiling at his worried looks, she said, “did. As I come in contact with it, I massage it between my fingers , and attack her clit with my lips. I feel her ass pushing back into my face, grinding her clit against my lips, her legs beginning to shake. I decide that she needs to cum now so I take my off hand and slide a finger in her ass. She lets out a sound that is between a moan and a growl, and slams back into my hands. Timing my fingers with her backwards thrusts we set up a rhythm and I take the opportunity to slip a second finger in. We are here to have sex and enjoy one another, not to fall in love. I very much intend to have sex with you, to enjoy your body and bring you as much pleasure as I possibly can, but there is no hurry, and by allowing you to build on these minor orgasms as I have, eventually you will be able to experience the true joys of sex." MINOR ORGASMS!!!" Claire cried out in amazement. "You call what I just had a minor orgasm? My God! I have never felt anything like that before." Relax, Claire, and drink.