She played her tongue over mine as I fucked her mouth with it and it was something very good for both of us. I could have loved her, I thought, but no... anymore. Not after Katrina."Yes, Mistress," she breathed a moment later, after we'd finished our kiss. Jim was coming back with her strap-on dildo in his hands."Mistress," he offered, holding the dildo in his open hands, kneeling like a proper slave should."Get your Mistress-Sister's panties, over there..." Cheryl pointed to my little bikini. Growing up, children of the black workers were my playmates and friends. Especially the girls. Many of them of mixed blood. Some, were as white as me, due to my Spanish bloodlines.On my eighteenth birthday, my father declared I was now a man and was to take my place in assisting in the running of Pomeroy Plantation. I was well educated, having been trained in the Classics, and Mathematics and could speak three languages.There were areas of education my father and mother were not aware of. I had. To start proving his point, the Senator quickly jerked Michelle to her feet and ordered the nephew with the biggest prick to lie on his back on the couch. Strom ordered her to leave the skirt of her dress up around her waist and strip off her leopard skin panties. After she had complied, he had her climb aboard the waiting boys hips, facing his head, straddling him in the cowgirl position. When she was settled into place, Strom had her reach back between her legs and grasp the boys nail hard. “Come on baby, let’s dance!” I said to my boyfriend as I threw back my hair and swayed my hips to the music. His hands came down on my hips and pulled me closer to him. He leaned down and started kissing me. Our tongues intertwined and my hands grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me. I could never get enough of him, he always tasted so delicious. We made out for what seemed like forever, our tongues swirling around each other. Occasionally he would bite my lower lip, making me want him even.