Pride that my father was able to accomplish his promise to divert running slaves away from us. And, relief that my father appeared to still be alive.T...ey were quiet as I reflected on those two emotions. Staring down at the slaves below as I did. Coming from my reverie, I wondered what else they had for me. I didn’t have long to ponder that. “Maia, you should also know that the closest plantation, where those slaves are likely to be from, would be the same plantation your mother would have been. They didn't say what for, but everyone knew it was for The Program. I idly wondered if I'd get called. My parents had signed me up this year. Even though I was nervous about being naked in public, I'd heard that guys doing the Program got to jack off in class and even have girls help them.They got to the freshmen, the last names to be called. They called my name, and then Anastasia's. I stood up, trying to hide the massive erection I'd just developed. As we walked down the hallway together, I. I didn't need more inspiration than that; I could feel the blood in my cock rising once again to the occasion. Sucking while masturbating in front of Mistress Cunt, I just knew she'd get wet again. We played in all kinds of positions on the sofa, Angela fucked Mistress Cunt with my big vibrating dildo while I rubbed her clittie with my small vibrating dildo. That put Mistress Cunt into sexual oblivion; her exact words were "Give me something to suck!" I quickly moved my shaved cock to her mouth. My mom replied that initially after marriage , her SIL had adviced her to apply castor oil & sleep. Now, i am used to it & not using oil any more. She asked my mom whether she enjoys the session. My mom replied yes, even though i act as though am refusing it, since i think this is one way of controlling him & make him dance to my tunes, for which he has not budged so far .His fucking makes me to wet too much and enjoy secretly , even though i show disinterest in front of him . For this he.