Before I could recover, he was up and in between my thighs. I felt him kick my legs apart with his as I heard him growl, “Spread your legs.” I r...ised my head and looked down to see his cock, rock hard, , and pointed straight at my dripping pussy. I leaned back and spread my legs up and out as far as I could and murmured, “Fuck me!” He grinned but didn’t move but coyly asked, “What? What did you say?” I answered softly, “fuck me.” He knelt back on his heels and I could just see him slowly. I didn’t come here for this – I came here for ... oh, yes!’“I want you to forgive me,” Jessie said, ignoring the sting her pride was feeling right now. “I came here – a hundred million years back in time – just so I could see you one more time, and ... well, to tell you that.”Silence.“I need you,” she added, knowing that the ‘L’ word was still verboten – at least for the moment.Vanessa sat on the bed, tears streaming down her face at the decision she had to make. Her understanding of social. Right?So here's how it would work:Like I said, we would be a couple in appearances only. You would not be allowed any of the normal physical sexual pleasures associated with marriage, except for masturbation. If you want to. Or if you don't. I really don't care either way. Just don't do it where I could see (it looks really pathetic) and don't get any on me.I would maintain a stable of black lovers at my own discretion and choosing. You may recruit candidates for me, but I have the final say on. I started with the youngest boy first.I washed the sole of each foot as gently as I could, removing all the sand, thorns, and slivers that I could find. I coated the soles in an antibiotic and analgesic cream, before wrapping both feet lightly with cotton cloth. I did the same for each of the rest, talking to them as I worked to learn what I could.Most of the information I got was from the young woman, Elizabeth Saunders, who was fifteen. All of them had been with their parents in a small wagon.