Given I had a lot riding on this, on the day I made sure I went for gold. I put up my hair and make up in classic forties secretary style; hair up in ... smooth bun, dark smoky eyes and brilliant red lips. Keeping the theme I chose red satin with black lace bra, thong, and suspenders with black seamed stockings and some lovely patent black heels. Over this, I wore a black high-waisted wiggle pencil skirt with braces to accentuate my shape and a white blouse that was straining at the bust. I made. I caught his eye; he was on his way. With a last heave, Leon burst inside me, and pumped, hard - gallons of the stuff came squirting out, so much that it oozed around the outside of his cock. Patrick was a split-second behind - the sight of another man enjoying me had heightened his excitement, and he poured his juices down my throat, and I gleefully swallowed.We looked at each other a bit sheepishly after that. I said it had been the most exciting shag I'd ever had, and Patrick agreed; Leon. She leans down and bites my nipple hard, slamming all the way inside of me, and slowly pulling back out. I moan and wine softly as she fucks me harder and harder, finally pulling out and telling me she doesn’t think I deserve her cock any more. She pushes her fingers inside of me and smiles at the fact that my pussy is swollen and “torn up”. She leans down and bites my clit, pushing her fingers back inside of me. She asks me if I’m too much of a slut to cum when she’s touching me and I quickly. His wounds got ‘fected real terrible like ‘n I had ta clean ‘em e’ry night after doin’ ma chores. I knows he gunna be betta, I’s can feel it in ma bones. Sometimes, when I look at Adam, my eyes fill up wit tears and my heart feel like it wanna ‘splode like a fire cracker. I loves him more dan anythin’ in de whole world. I knows with e’ry bit o’ my soul dat Adam loves me with e’ry bit o’ his soul too. Massa say niggers ain’t got no souls. He say only white folks got souls but he crazier.