I really did go for a ride with a butt plug that vibrated and inflated. I was just beginning to explore anal so even with my mind and body numbed from...the liquor inserting the plug took the most time and preparation for the ride I planned to partake on. The finger I used to grease my rear felt big at the time. The medium sized plug felt enormous as I delicately inserted it. My ass hole had spasms of pain when I finally worked the widest part of the plug past my tight hole but that only added to. He inhaled real deep."Your girl sure smells fine, Ernestine," he tol' Mama.I was mortified thinkin' he could smell my coochie. I wanted to close my legs up, but I knowed better 'n to do it."Thank you, sir," Mama said. "I got her all cleaned up fo' you, boss, so she's nice an' fresh." Perfect," he said. Then to me, "Stand up an' turn around."Still blushin', I stood up an' turned back around to face him. His face was kinda red an' his eyes was kinda glassy. I looked down quick so he ain't think. This tended to make me more resistant to the Lost Cause view of the Civil War, you see. My parents tended to think like you, as did others in my former church. I just had a hard time accepting them because I had a black sister that I loved very much, and the idea that someone would keep her against her will was very disturbing to me. Trust me, it’s a learning curve for a lot of us,” I explained for my part.“If the Civil War and secession had been about states’ rights, Chrissy, why did Northern. We could see two hundred men in a battle line that had just begun to advance towards us. Our men were riding an emotional high, still stripping the dead, not moving fast enough.“Get over the bridge now!” I shouted, expressing concern in my tone.The Wolves listened, their lazy movements took on urgency. All of them stopped what they were doing and started running towards the bridge, their ripples of laughter died out too. Scratch had moved far afield to gather our furthermost warriors, but he.