Her silky hair pressed against the older woman’s face. It smelled like wildflowers and fresh air.“Touch me, Diana. Please, I want you to.” Her f...ce lifted, eyes closed and lips parted. Diana wondered at the silliness of definitions and categories. She licked her lips and pressed them against the ones before her. They were met with a heavy, welcoming sigh followed by a warm tongue pushing up and finding the inside of Diana’s mouth. It was gentle, delicious and confident of what the recipient. But the attempted escape of 15 had reawakened his thoughts, and the hunger to get back into the trade he knew more about. The drug trade more or less ran itself, and he found the time on his hands boring. In the slave trade there was lots of planning to do, so he was rarely if ever bored.In the middle of the second week the guards went to let the girls out, but unlike normal, they carried shackles and chains. Without speaking they shackled 27’s feet together, leaving only a short chain to allow. Sliding them down he revealed that 10" throbbing black godcock she had dreamed about. Already hard… Already pulsating with life.As Mark returned from hanging the man’s clothing in the closet he saw the size… His little white cock twitched, knowing he could never hope to give her an ounce of pleasure her new paramour could. Her trembling husband offered her his hand as he was required and helped her onto the bed… Laid in on her back he knelled to the side. Pulling the white pantie aside he. " I said softly."For what? I didn't do it for you." I know. Still, you never wanted to do that for Lewis, did you?"Lilly shuddered. "No. He never made me feel the way you do. Not even when I still loved him." So, even if you only did it for yourself, the fact that you waited for me ... that's one hell of a complement. And for that, I thank you."Lilly sniffled and rubbed the side of her face against my chest. "You're a sweet boy." And like I told Lewis, you, my love, are a sexual artist of the.