I sighed audibly. "No reason Sam, no reason at all," I said and we continued walking. My"boyfriend" apparently wasn't ready to accept or acknowledge h...s ownsituation. In a sense, Sam was more masculine than I was feminine. I knewhe lifted weights. If he got his hair cut short as planned, no one wouldever mistake him for a girl again. Well, not for a few years when hefailed to display any facial hair and his voice didn't drop. Though I hadto admit, Sam's voice was already deeper than my. The next day it was raining hard, Mr. Roberts asked if I had a ride home. I told him no, my mother was at work. I said ok, how about I take you home? I said ok and expected to do some work but he said we'll take a break today. We ran out to the car and hopped in. He said to sit next to him. I slid over, and he said to open my pants. I unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. Since no one was out he reached into my pants and rubbed my dick till I was hard. We pulled in the driveway and ran to the. Jimmy stepped forward and clubbed the man to the ground.“Master, wait!” the wretched man pleaded as he curled up into a fetal position and threw his arms up to protect his head. “I may know the one you speak of! I saw them!”De Sade held a hand up. “Stop. Pick him up.”Jimmy had to hold the poor bastard up after the beating the man had just received. De Sade took a better look. His lips curled back in disdain. The slave was an old Hispanic with barely any meat on him. They would be fortunate if. .and then invite me to join you.”Soon Barbara's clothes were on the floor with my pants and boxers and Brenda's skirt, bra and pantyhose.Though in her mid-forties, Barbara still had a decent figure. Her breasts might sag a little, now, but they were still full and plump. She had a bit of a belly that also sagged in a small roll above her dark-haired pussy, but you could tell she once had a hell of a nice body.“My turn, now,” Barbara said as she knelt on the floor between my legs as they hung.