She trembled, as she lifted her skirt, to show them the welts and bruises on her thighs and ass. She was wearing a garter belt and nylons and panties,...but the panties were sheer and all the marks on her body were visible. Rita had told her she would have to show them, and now that she was doing it, Ellen was more miserable than ever.The judge was obviously fascinated by the bruises. He muttered something about her being black and blue."Tell her to turn around."Vic was amused. He handed the. I leaned back and cried out in passion as I felt my lover’s massive manhood replace my twirling fingers and I gushed cum and my own squirt. Orgasmic wonder overwhelmed me, rushing my mind so forcefully; I passed out for a few seconds.Still wobbly and elated, I tried to sit up, but a forceful hand slammed me back down. “Shhh,” a soft, deep voice commanded. I reached up and grabbed his wrist with both hands. In my desperate struggle for air, I allowed his free hand to grab my cum-oozing pussy.. Their votes were easy to buy, and not necessarily for cash; a bottle of bad whiskey would buy a lot of votes. So would nebulous promises of "pie in the sky." Several secret Southern organizations rose to fight this (no, not the KKK, it was too early for them) and they went on killing sprees against the Negroes. It made no difference whether an ex-slave had sold his vote or not, those people assumed that he did, and they were out to see that it didn't happen again. The easiest way to do that was. C., Tony and I alone. Mrs. C. would often come out by the pool and join us, she usually just sunbathed. She always wore a bikini that barely held in her large breasts. I always had to stay in the pool longer to let my hard on subside. Whenever Tony went inside to go to the bathroom or get a drink I took the opportunity to steal glances at the bathing beauty. Whenever Mrs. C. got out of the pool she would wrap a towel around her mid section but left her bikini top uncovered, she would often.