Jan's eyes twinkled in the reflected light of the huge fire that blazed in the pit. He had perhaps, a little more of the potent rum than he should hav.... Not quite drunk, but near enough for his coordination to be affected. He sat down heavily on a tree trunk, hoping that his head would clear sufficiently for him to make it back to the colonial style house. As the eldest son of the Plantation owners, he was treated with a deference and respect above his young age. At twenty-one, he had seen and. ''Yes Mistress,' I said, my eyes glancing up, catching her staring right at me, her sharp, black eyebrows furrowed. I looked away. 'At least you've still got your tongue.' Her hand snaked down to my pussy (for it was a pussy now) and brushed up and down it gently, sending quivers through my body, causing me to flex it open, wanting her to take me like the slut I was. She laughed, 'Such a horny slut now. Do you want me to fuck you with my cock?' She said, lifting the heavy, black strap-on. In any case, she wasn't sure she even had the ability to hold anything in her stomach once she'd let it slip down her throat.It was obvious that Lindiwe was sick. She sat huddled against the mildewed wall displaying the typical symptoms of Buffalo Pox such as horrible festering sores and postulating boils. This was reason enough for anyone to keep their distance. Any contact with Lindiwe or with anything she touched could easily spread further a plague that had already claimed so many lives. She again relaxed and rubbed her clit some more. As she rubbed she pulled the brush handle out and reinserted it., 'Oh that felt good.' The circular motion of her rubbing and the fullness in her vagina were very pleasant. It hadn't been so long since she had masturbated. It was a daily thing for her now. She was from the generation that considered masturbation wrong. An evil performed by naughty girls. Mostly she thought it was a religious thinking. How could anything this pleasurable be bad..