I rode as close as I could, hid my bike in the woods, and then walked to the old farmhouse (the ground was too rough and full of obstacles to get clos... with the bike).My heart was racing in anticipation as I went down to the basement of the old place, and by the harsh light of an electric lantern opened the peephole to my new slave's box. She was curled up in a fetal position, in the far corner. She awoke, bleary-eyed and frightened as I opened the small door where I could look into her box.. She didn’t speak black nor did she even smell black. Yet she was truly black. I knew something was profoundly different about her from the second we met. Her movements were fluid and graceful. Her handshake showed her softness yet was firm with no suggestion of being either aggressive nor passive. She radiated a calm self confidence born of conquered adversity. Her perfume was carefully chosen to provide a hint of southern lilac. She was dressed in an mid calf length silky black one piece dress. You slide down to your knees and put your mouth on her pussy. I want to join in on that and I also get down on my knees and lick Summer from behind. Both our tongues meet as we eat out Summer’s wet fucking pussy. She moans with pleasure as we continue to lick her together. We each take turns teasing her, moving with a combination of quick licks to slow gentle ones. This drives her crazy. I reach up with a finger and slide it in her ass and slowly finger fuck her while you eat her. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her body against me. I felt her breasts press against me, her legs scooted closer to me. We sat quietly kissing repeatedly, our tongues dancing together. The feeling of her body against me started to send blood to my cock, my hands were dancing up and down her back, my finger tips grazed the bottom of her shirt and tucked under, upon this Marie leaned back and gave a naughty smirk. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up.