“You promise, right?” I asked. “No police.”“I promise I won’t call them,” he grinned. “Now, get busy.”I nodded and forced my finge...s to move to his boxer shorts. It was clear that he was already hard, and I stroked the bulge in his shorts a few times before pulling it out. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked it a few more times as I tried to come to grips with the thoughts racing through my head: “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I gasped. “I, I have a cock in my hand and I’m. I couldn't help to stare at her tits. I told her "HI" and asked for the toys. She asked me to come in and I did so with the door open. She walked over to a bag in the middle of the floor. Then she bent over taking her time getting the bag off the floor. I just had to look at her big round ass in those tight slacks. I could see she had on bikini panties by her panty line. She drove me crazy with her little tease. She had to of been doing it on purpose. She got up and came over to me and placed. Of course, rightly so, the issue of slavery was uppermost on everyone’s mind back then, when it was the only issue being discussed in the media of the times. I personally questioned that fact during the early years of my Catholic school education, but was told, in no uncertain terms that we would be discussing only the freeing of the poor slaves. It seemed that even one hundred years later, any reference to matters such as economic conflict between the north and the south was not the focal. Mistress remained folded up as she had been when Giovanni had been pounding her earlier, she had only changed the position of her arms, and she now had her arms crossed behind her knees, with each hand holding the opposite elbow. Mistress was still breathing very deeply. By this time, I did not know what might be next, so I patiently awaited my next instruction from Mistress. I was praying for some oral action by me on them both. However, I patiently awaited further instruction. Even though.