I fuck myself in unison with his rhythm, hard, frantic, and desperate for pleasure. My nipples throb. I reach for one, under my top and pinch it softl..., then much harder. Sounds of hardcore fucking and masturbation fill every corner of his room.I see myself like never before in the mirror on the other side of his room. My face, intense with passion, my fingers diving into my swollen, glistening pink lips. I turn back to the images on the screen. I am unable to stop my mind from replacing the. I'm a slave to my pussy, and my pussy belongs to you."I just shook my head and finished getting dressed. When I had my shoes on, we went outside where I locked the door while she put her shoes on. Then, I escorted her to the car, with her skirt still open in front. When I let her in and closed the door, she locked it and leaned up against it.When I got in on my side, I saw that she was sitting the same way I had made her the night before, with her legs apart and her hands holding her cuntlips. "I'm surprised you've survived this long, right here by the road." Well," she said, "you see, this is part of my father's plantation, and he's one of the best-known loyalists around. He was a judge, the King's bench, the royal governor's friend, Dunmore. This bunch was the first to raid our place." How long's he been gone, your husband?" I asked, enjoying the food and her beauty."Two, no most three years," she said, raising an eyebrow. She had a growing bruise on her chin. "I do miss him."A big. She kept up our new pace without comment, but stopped as we reached theplayground. "Hold on a sec," she said, bending down to tie her shoe.Annoyed but silent, I watched the children on the playground, laughingand running and having fun. Beyond them were three women talking on thebench, almost dully ordinary. If the plants really were transforming,someone else would have noticed. For a moment I felt safe.Then I heard a rustling sound, and traced it to swaying grass past theplayground. A squirrel.