Looking back she could have sworn she had locked the door to their apartment. Anna had masturbated a few times before while the boys were in training....On that fateful day she had stood before her mirror and pulled her morning dress off.She admired her firm breast and she smiled as she ran her hand over the small pouch that marked the birth of two sons. Like most slave girls Anna’s vagina was by decree cleanly shaven. She wet her finger and slowly teased her nipples into two hard prominent. She accepted that now. On thinking back she realized that part of her may have wanted this fate. The menfolk had warned her and her mother to not leave the safety of Wilmington. They warned them that there were brigands about. But she and her mother considered themselves to be independent women who could take care of themselves. After all, Brianna had a pistol. None of that had mattered when they came up against a strong, determined man who wanted to take Brianna. But maybe that is what she. One hand immediately grasped the shaft of my throbbing cock as it pointed rigidly upwards and the other hand sought out and cupped my balls.She pulled me towards her by a firm, yet gentle grip on my cock and guided the now enormously swollen head to the opening of her waiting pussy. She bent herself completely forward so her upper torso rested on the side of the pool and presented her bottom to me on tip-toes. She arched her back to show the beautiful curve of her spine, the rude curve of her. "The cashier saved me by calling out "next person in line?" and I tried tosmile at Bobby before turning away. I had to cough a couple of times, mythroat felt so dry and constricted, before I could give her our order.I paid her, and it was then I realized someone else was next in line.Bobby had only gotten on line so he could talk to me and ask for my numberand then he went back to his seat, rejoining his friends. He waved at me,and I smiled a tiny smile and began to look for my Mother. When I.