The dark-haired woman flung her head back in orgasmic release, and I heard a distinct shriek of pleasure.Stepping back away from the blonde, she reach...d to tug the zip of her dress. The black lacey fabric fluttered to the floor next to her kneeling slave.There was no bra under the dress just large, very large breasts capped by big nubby nipples centred in dark areolas.The blonde stood and moved to the table as her mistress followed.Now I could see a large black phallus swinging from what I had. Hit me with a question.”I swallowed hard. This was a game, of that I had no doubt, but Karen hadn’t bothered to explain the rules to me. I racked my fevered brain for a question that harked back to the thirteen different book evenings. “What’s the title of the sequel to I, Claudius?”“Claudius the God,” Karen smiled. “1-0 to me, I think. Take your jumper off.”“What’s this?” I said, trying for levity. “A strip quiz?”“Oh no,” Karen said. “I’m wearing far too little for that.” Her leg moved, as if. The wagon train we had been following was just getting their last wagons across as we got there. I could see right away we were going to have to float our wagons to get them through the channel.Ab went on across and talked to the wagon master. When he came back he told us that they planned on staying for a day on the other side to repair wagons. Gait went over and talked with them as well.We started swimming our stock across. John and I made several trips to carry some of the younger calves.. We were both kids the first time we tried this but we did OK. I remember I wanted to wait for a hotel room because I thought the car would make us feel dirty." She said as she settled her hands in his crotch and worked at the buckle on his belt.Once undone, she worked his pants open and drew down the zipper. His cock was straining against the boxers he wore that day and the opening in the front was gaped by the protrusion they were not designed to contain. Her hand went into the gape and took.