She closed the door behind her and made her way downstairs to see if Pat or the other slaves needed help in the kitchen before she went to bed herself... On her way there, she passed the parlor only to see the young master sitting in a chair reading. She tried being quiet passing, but as her luck would have it, he happened to look up at the right moment and see her. ‘Ruth,’ he called. She stood frozen on the spot and wondered if she should keep walking and pretend that she didn’t hear him. . That matters, but not a lot.The reason the shack matters is that this is where Lucinda, the daughter of a local farmer, would visit, whenever she felt the need of company. Male company, and not her father. Lucinda wasn't blessed with high moral standards, but she had pert breasts to compensate. She thought it was a fair exchange. She was right.Lucinda had formed a relationship with the Gruffs largely by accident. Escaping from the farm one afternoon, hot and weary from lying in the sun for most. There was something else though; his facial expression was one I couldn't quite fathom. What was this quizzical look meant to imply? Then I realized his cock hadn't deflated in the least, did he want me to jack him off again I asked? But that wasn't it, his mouth rounded into a circle and his tongue darted out. Got it the randy paralysed guy wanted a blowjob! His wink confirmed my question and my lips encircled his cockhead. It was so big and swollen I had to open my mouth to its full extent to. Before long, Scooter told him. "Stay left, it's just around this bend." You stop here often?" Randy asked."No, it doesn't fit the usual schedule too well," she said. "We stopped last trip for lunch, just to check things out. The beach has built up a little since you were here. We'll land then work up as high up the eddy as we can. It's going to be just barely big enough for eleven boats along the beach." That little side canyon up there?" he asked Crystal, whose raft was right alongside."Yeah,.