" As I opened my eyes, I could see she was smiling as she slowly slid up and down on my shaft. The view of seeing my sexy sister giving me head was so...intense I felt light headed. I wanted to experience this for so many years and it was finally happening. I took in every possible thing I could. The curvaceous swells of her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, the soft curves of her butt flesh all the while looking down on her giving me head. I studied every inch of her body, not wanting to ever. John Willington is astonished. He steps onto his balcony overlooking the vast fields of his plantation and sees them. They are walking slowly to the cotton fields with their hoes and plows – making noise. John listens and is outraged to hear their voices hum and sing such soulful songs. Why are they doing that? His slaves sing low but sweet. It mystifies him how they could sing at this hour. The slaves pull out their empty sacks and other tools and begin to work in the field, but they continue. Non certo bassa per una donna in generale, ma comunque non sufficientemente alta da continuare la sua carriera sportiva nella pallavolo.Era stata una vera promessa da ragazzina, ma il mancato sviluppo (per lo meno in altezza) e il desiderio dei suoi genitori affinchè continuasse gli studi, avevano via via allontano la carriera professionistica dal suo futuro.Aveva così cominciato, per sublimare il suo desiderio di campo e di spogliatoio, ad arbitrare le partite delle sue ex-compagne di. "Shh, you are doing extremely well little one. Just a while longer." His voice caresses me once again.I open my eyes without being told, and images are flowing on the screen, almost as if they were on a strobe light and each one flashes every time the light turns on.Cuffs.A couple kissing in a desperate hunger.Hands bound.Pinned up against the wall.Penetration.An infinite sort of pictures are flying through my screen. And then nothing."Close your eyes baby," he commands.I do as he tells me, and.