Imagine!" Anne's father shook his head. His heavily-veined hands quivered. "There's been some barn burning, I hear. Pitiful, sir, shameful." Yes," Amb...y agreed, pursing his lips. "It has been, what shall we say, confused at best. I have two mills, and neither is doing much business. Does the young lady have a dowry, may I ask?" His smile flicked past his lips."How do you see the future?" Anne quickly asked their guest, managing an inquisitive tone and aware that her stepmother was watching her. Not quite drunk, but near enough for his coordination to be affected. He sat down heavily on a tree trunk, hoping that his head would clear sufficiently for him to make it back to the colonial style house. As the eldest son of the Plantation owners, he was treated with a deference and respect above his young age. At twenty-one, he had seen and experienced rather more than the average young man in the 1760's. To his credit, around half a dozen children could be blamed on him directly. Possibly. I tried to get as much as I could in my mouth and suck, but only seemed to successfully get to about 2/3 of it, leaving enough room for my hand to keep stroking all the way to the base. He was talking to me the whole time and the more he talked, the more it made me want to work. He asked me if I loved his cock, if I'd take care of it. He asked me if I'd be his bitch and told me if I was I'd take it all. He pushed my head down gently at first and then forcefully causing my throat to open and. I could see the outlined of a monster white dick. All the forces on this earth were not enough to stop the damn from breaking. While I was kneeling before his seated figure, and in a very low hesitant voice, I called him "White Master." He remained quiet. I repeated "White Master." He ordered me to lick his dick through his underwear and I did so with joy. He smell a perfectly all natural sweetness that required no cologne, deodorant or body spray. I couldn't understand how he could smell so.